I Love to sit in the sun <br />And watch the foaming Lyell <br />Leap over its granite bed. <br />I love these days that run <br />On a burnished golden dial <br />With the blue sky overhead. <br /> <br />I love to waken at night <br />And whisper the stars above me, <br />And feel the fingering breeze. <br />So still is the world, so right, <br />Where even the black pines love me, <br />And the white moon guards my ease. <br /> <br />I love the upward ways <br />To the sun-tipped crest of the mountains <br />High over the billowy world; <br />Where the wind sings hymns of praise, <br />And the snows break into fountains, <br />And life is a flag unfurled. <br /> <br />I love—ah, beloved, what bliss <br />Would shatter the ice like a river <br />And sing all the way to the sea, <br />If the world could be lost for this, <br />And you from your sorrow forever <br />Could rest on the heart of me !<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-tuolumne-meadows/
