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[SUNSHINE]
I love the sunshine everywhere,—
In wood, and field, and glen;
I love it in the busy haunts
Of town-imprisoned men.
In wood, and field, and glen;
I love it in the busy haunts
Of town-imprisoned men.
I love it when it streameth in
The humble cottage door,
And casts the chequered casement shade
Upon the red-brick floor.
The humble cottage door,
And casts the chequered casement shade
Upon the red-brick floor.
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I love it where the children lie
Deep in the clovery grass,
To watch among the twining roots
The gold-green beetles pass.
Deep in the clovery grass,
To watch among the twining roots
The gold-green beetles pass.
I love it on the breezy sea,
To glance on sail and oar,
While the great waves, like molten glass,
Come leaping to the shore.
To glance on sail and oar,
While the great waves, like molten glass,
Come leaping to the shore.
I love it on the mountain-tops,
Where lies the thawless snow,
And half a kingdom, bathed in light,
Lies stretching out below.
Where lies the thawless snow,
And half a kingdom, bathed in light,
Lies stretching out below.
And when it shines in forest-glades,
Hidden, and green, and cool.
Through mossy boughs and veinèd leaves,
How is it beautiful!
Hidden, and green, and cool.
Through mossy boughs and veinèd leaves,
How is it beautiful!
How beautiful on little streams,
When sun and shade at play,
Make silvery meshes, while the brook
Goes singing on its way.
When sun and shade at play,
Make silvery meshes, while the brook
Goes singing on its way.
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How beautiful, where dragon-flies
Are wondrous to behold,
With rainbow wings of gauzy pearl,
And bodies blue and gold!
Are wondrous to behold,
With rainbow wings of gauzy pearl,
And bodies blue and gold!
How beautiful, on harvest slopes,
To see the sunshine lie;
Or on the paler reapèd fields,
Where yellow shocks stand high!
To see the sunshine lie;
Or on the paler reapèd fields,
Where yellow shocks stand high!
Oh, yes! I love the sunshine!
Like kindness or like mirth,
Upon a human countenance,
Is sunshine on the earth!
Like kindness or like mirth,
Upon a human countenance,
Is sunshine on the earth!
Upon the earth; upon the sea;
And through the crystal air,
On piled-up cloud; the gracious sun
Is glorious everywhere!
And through the crystal air,
On piled-up cloud; the gracious sun
Is glorious everywhere!
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