I HID in the world and sang, <br /> And I sang so loud and long <br />That all the ages rang <br /> With the music of my song. <br />I sang of the earth and sky, <br />5 <br /> I sang of the whispering seas, <br />I sang of the mountains high, <br /> And I sang of the flowers and trees; <br />I sang of the early spring, <br /> I sang of the dawning day, <br />10 <br />I sang, for I had to sing <br /> As the young lambs have to play; <br />Till heaven and earth were ringing, <br /> And all the people heard, <br />And they said, "We love his singing, <br />15 <br /> For his song is the song of the bird."<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-s-song-3/
