I will be glad to-day: the sun <br /> Smiles all adown the land; <br />The lilies lean along the way; <br /> Serene on either hand, <br />Full-blown, the roses- red and white- <br /> In perfect beauty stand. <br /> <br />The mourning-dove within the woods <br /> Forgets, nor longer grieves; <br />A light wind lifts the bladed corn, <br /> And ripples the ripe sheaves; <br />High overhead some happy bird <br /> Sings softly in the leaves. <br /> <br />The butterflies flit by, and bees; <br /> A peach falls to the ground; <br />The tinkle of a bell is heard <br /> From some far pasture-mound; <br />The crickets in the warm, green grass <br /> Chirp with a softened sound. <br /> <br />The sky looks down upon the sea, <br /> Blue, with not anywhere <br />The shadow of a passing cloud; <br /> The sea looks up as fair- <br />So bright a picture on its breast <br /> As if it smiled to wear. <br /> <br />A day too glad for laughter-nay, <br /> Too glad for happy tears! <br />The fair earth seems as in a dream <br /> Of immemorial years: <br />Perhaps of that far morn when she <br /> Sang with her sister spheres. <br /> <br />It may be that she holds to-day <br /> Some sacred Sabbath feast. <br />It may be that some patient soul <br /> Has entered to God’s rest- <br />For whose dear sake He smiles on us, <br /> And all the day is blest.<br /><br />Ina D. Coolbrith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-perfect-day-6/
