To-day the world is wide and fair <br />With sunny fields of lucid air, <br />And waters dancing everywhere; <br />The snow is almost gone; <br />The noon is builded high with light, <br />And over heaven's liquid height, <br />In steady fleets serene and white, <br />The happy clouds go on. <br /> <br />The channels run, the bare earth steams, <br />And every hollow rings and gleams <br />With jetting falls and dashing streams; <br />The rivers burst and fill; <br />The fields are full of little lakes, <br />And when the romping wind awakes <br />The water ruffles blue and shakes, <br />And the pines roar on the hill. <br /> <br />The crows go by, a noisy throng; <br />About the meadows all day long, <br />The shore-lark drops his brittle song; <br />And up the leafless tree <br />The nut-hatch runs, and nods, and clings; <br />The bluebird dips with flashing wings, <br />The robin flutes, the sparrow sings, <br />And the swallows float and flee. <br /> <br />I break the spirit's cloudy bands, <br />A wanderer in enchanted lands, <br />I feel the sun upon my hands; <br />And far from care and strife <br />The broad earth bids me forth. I rise <br />With lifted brow and upward eyes. <br />I bathe my spirit in blue skies, <br />And taste the springs of life. <br /> <br />I feel the tumult of new birth; <br />I waken with the wakening earth; <br />I match the bluebird in her mirth; <br />And wild with wind and sun, <br />A treasurer of immortal days, <br />I roam the glorious world with praise, <br />The hillsides and the woodland ways, <br />Till earth and I are one.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-in-the-hills/
