O gift of God! O perfect day: <br />Whereon shall no man work, but play; <br />Whereon it is enough for me, <br />Not to be doing, but to be! <br /> <br />Through every fibre of my brain, <br />Through every nerve, through every vein, <br />I feel the electric thrill, the touch <br />Of life, that seems almost too much. <br /> <br />I hear the wind among the trees <br />Playing celestial symphonies; <br />I see the branches downward bent, <br />Like keys of some great instrument. <br /> <br />And over me unrolls on high <br />The splendid scenery of the sky, <br />Where though a sapphire sea the sun <br />Sails like a golden galleon, <br /> <br />Towards yonder cloud-land in the West, <br />Towards yonder Islands of the Blest, <br />Whose steep sierra far uplifts <br />Its craggy summits white with drifts. <br /> <br />Blow, winds! and waft through all the rooms <br />The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms! <br />Blow, winds! and bend within my reach <br />The fiery blossoms of the peach! <br /> <br />O Life and Love! O happy throng <br />Of thoughts, whose only speech is song! <br />O heart of man! canst thou not be <br />Blithe as the air is, and as free?<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-of-sunshine-birds-of-passage-flight-the-second/
