The Past That's Present Still ( a lament for twilight in the garden)

Has there ever been A more perfect spring day Than this? I mean while
The climate is heading us
To wrack and ruin and
We will have a constitutional Crisis upon our hands soon The tulips and daffodils Are dancing sublimely In the late afternoon sun
The way things were is passing
Right before our eyes but
(if only for a little while) it
Keeps offering us a showcase
Of staggering beauty