I like to walk with stately thoughts Along a bordered path, Watching the pageant of my mood In sunset's aftermath. I like to go with melody And braid a simple song, A song that's but a heart-width wide And but a dream-length long. I like to hurry with the rain Over an April hill, Feeling the drowsy dead arouse And quicken at our will. I like to lay me down at night And think upon these things, Before my spirit mounts a dream For wider journeyings. |