All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
This poem written by Frost is both a love poem to his wife and prayer. He writes about his wife and how he compares her the beautiful ecosystem of the orchard he describes.He believes that in order to have a good future you must not try to shape it for yourself but rather leave the future up to god. 

A Prayer in Spring