Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day, <br />And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray <br /> Of the wide sky, far, far into whose deep <br /> The rath lark soars, and scatters down the steep <br />His runnel song, that skyey roundelay. <br /> <br />Earth with a sigh awakes; and tremors play, <br /> Coy in her leafy trees, and falt'ring creep <br />Across the daisy lawn and whisper, "Well-a-day," <br /> Soft, low and sweet. <br /> <br />From violet-banks the scent-clouds float away <br /> And spread around their fragrance, as of sleep: <br /> From ev'ry mossy nook the blossoms peep; <br />From ev'ry blossom comes one little ray <br />That makes the world-wealth one with Spring, alway <br /> Soft, low and sweet.<br /><br />Johannes Carl Andersen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soft-low-and-sweet/
