On a Forenoon of Spring
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feelThe full deliciousness of this bright day,That's like a heart with nothing to conceal;The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-greyRimming the cloudless ether far away;Brairds, hedges, shadows; mountains that revealSoft sapphire; this great floor of polished steelSpread out amidst the landmarks of the bay.
I stoop in sunshine to our circling netFrom the black gunwale; tend these milky kineUp their rough path; sit by yon cottage-doorPlying the diligent thread; take wings and soar--O hark how with the season's laureateJoy culminates in song! If such a song were mine!
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