I lie stretched out upon the window-seat <br />And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, <br />And feel the air like water on me close, <br />Great waves of sunny air that lip and beat <br />With a small noise, monotonous and sweet, <br />Against the window - and the scent of cool, <br />Frail flowers by some brown and dew-drenched pool <br />Possesses me from drowsy head to feet. <br /> <br />This is the time of all-sufficing laughter <br />At idiotic things some one has done, <br />And there is neither past nor vague hereafter. <br />And all your body stretches in the sun <br />And drinks the light in like a liquid thing; <br />Filled with the divine languor of late spring.<br /><br />Stephen Vincent Benet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/campus-sonnets-may-morning/
