Scarce touching earth, the lively sweep of air Lifts me and draws me forth into the fields. Why, what a merry wand the morning wields, Dimpling the world to laughter everywhere! Fresh from her darkling still, a cordial rare The generous outpouring ether yields; See how the careful woodland softly shields From such excess the ferns that nestle there! The cool, sweet calm rebukes the noise of men; The common happiness, their partial bliss; There's not a tree in yonder radiant glen, No, not a leaf, that dreams of aught amiss. I think in heaven, from dawn till dawn again, The sturdy, vital days are all like this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL |