Sadder than lark when lowering <br />Clouds defend the sky; <br />Sadder than wild swan pouring <br />Death-notes ere it die; <br />Sadder than winds imploring <br />Shelter when storms are high,- <br />Couldst thou be less than adoring, <br />More sad were I. <br /> <br />Happy as streamlet flowing <br />'Twixt banks of heathery peat; <br />Happy as murmur going <br />Through the inclining wheat; <br />Happy as mother glowing <br />Over her little one's feet,- <br />I am happy in knowing, <br />Thou'rt mine, my sweet!<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sadder-than-lark-when-lowering/
