Blithe dreams arise to greet us, <br />And life feels clean and new, <br />For the old love comes to meet us <br />In the dawning and the dew. <br />O'erblown with sunny shadows, <br />O'ersped with winds at play, <br />The woodlands and the meadows <br />Are keeping holiday. <br />Wild foals are scampering, neighing, <br />Brave merles their hautboys blow: <br />Come! let us go a-maying <br />As in the Long-Ago. <br /> <br />Here we but peak and dwindle: <br />The clank of chain and crane, <br />The whir of crank and spindle <br />Bewilder heart and brain; <br />The ends of our endeavour <br />Are merely wealth and fame, <br />Yet in the still Forever <br />We're one and all the same; <br />Delaying, still delaying, <br />We watch the fading west: <br />Come! let us go a-maying, <br />Nor fear to take the best. <br /> <br />Yet beautiful and spacious <br />The wise, old world appears. <br />Yet frank and fair and gracious <br />Outlaugh the jocund years. <br />Our arguments disputing, <br />The universal Pan <br />Still wanders fluting--fluting - <br />Fluting to maid and man. <br />Our weary well-a-waying <br />His music cannot still: <br />Come! let us go a-maying, <br />And pipe with him our fill. <br /> <br />When wanton winds are flowing <br />Among the gladdening glass; <br />Where hawthorn brakes are blowing, <br />And meadow perfumes pass; <br />Where morning's grace is greenest, <br />And fullest noon's of pride; <br />Where sunset spreads serenest, <br />And sacred night's most wide; <br />Where nests are swaying, swaying, <br />And spring's fresh voices call, <br />Come! let us go a-maying, <br />And bless the God of all!<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blithe-dreams-arise-to-greet-us/
