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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
SUMMER BEGINS
The bright sun has been hid so long,
Such endless rains, such clouds and glooms!
But now, as with a burst of song,
The happy Summer morning blooms.
Such endless rains, such clouds and glooms!
But now, as with a burst of song,
The happy Summer morning blooms.
The brooks are full, it is their youth;
No hint of shrunken age have they;
They shout like children, and in truth,
No human child so careless-gay.
No hint of shrunken age have they;
They shout like children, and in truth,
No human child so careless-gay.
How fresh the woods, each separate leaf
Is shining in the joyful sun.
Strange! I have half forgotten grief;
I think that life has just begun.
Is shining in the joyful sun.
Strange! I have half forgotten grief;
I think that life has just begun.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |