Yes, I will spend the livelong day <br />With Nature in this month of May; <br />And sit beneath the trees, and share <br />My bread with birds whose homes are there; <br />While cows lie down to eat, and sheep <br />Stand to their necks in grass so deep; <br />While birds do sing with all their might, <br />As though they felt the earth in flight. <br />This is the hour I dreamed of, when <br />I sat surrounded by poor men; <br />And thought of how the Arab sat <br />Alone at evening, gazing at <br />The stars that bubbled in clear skies; <br /> <br />And of young dreamers, when their eyes <br />Enjoyed methought a precious boon <br />In the adventures of the Moon <br />Whose light, behind the Clouds' dark bars, <br />Searched for her stolen flocks of stars. <br />When I, hemmed in by wrecks of men, <br />Thought of some lonely cottage then <br />Full of sweet books; and miles of sea, <br />With passing ships, in front of me; <br />And having, on the other hand, <br />A flowery, green, bird-singing land.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-may/
