I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel <br />The full deliciousness of this bright day, <br />That's like a heart with nothing to conceal; <br />The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey <br />Rimming the cloudless ether far away; <br />Brairds, hedges, shadows; mountains that reveal <br />Soft sapphire; this great floor of polished steel <br />Spread out amidst the landmarks of the bay. <br /> <br />I stoop in sunshine to our circling net <br />From the black gunwale; tend these milky kine <br />Up their rough path; sit by yon cottage-door <br />Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar-- <br />O hark how with the season's laureate <br />Joy culminates in song! If such a song were mine!<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-forenoon-of-spring/
