[RUY BLAS, Act II.] <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, why not be happy this bright summer day, <br />'Mid perfume of roses and newly-mown hay? <br />Great Nature is smiling--the birds in the air <br />Sing love-lays together, and all is most fair. <br />Then why not be happy <br />This bright summer day, <br />'Mid perfume of roses <br />And newly-mown hay? <br /> <br />The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet, <br />Their music enticing fond lovers to meet; <br />The violets are blooming and nestling their heads <br />In richest profusion on moss-coated beds. <br />Then why not be happy <br />This bright summer day, <br />When Nature is fairest <br />And all is so gay?<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-why-not-be-happy/
