IN the wondrous star-sown night, <br />In the first sweet warmth of spring, <br />I lie awake and listen <br />To hear the glad earth sing. <br />I hear the brook in the wood <br />Murmuring, as it goes, <br />The song of the happy journey <br />Only the wise heart knows. <br />I hear the trilling note <br />Of the tree-frog under the hill, <br />And the clear and watery treble <br />Of his brother, silvery shrill. <br />And then I wander away <br />Through the mighty forest of Sleep, <br />To follow the fairy music <br />To the shore of an endless deep.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-night-4/
