Irish Songs and Poems By William Allingham: Second Edition: With Nine Airs for Voice and Pianoforte, and a Permanent Photograph of the Waterfall of Asaroe |
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ON A FORENOON OF SPRING.
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel
The full deliciousness of this bright day
That's like a heart with nothing to conceal;
The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-gray
Rimming the cloudless ether far away;
Brairds, hedges, shadows; mountains that reveal
Soft sapphire; this great floor of polish'd steel
Spread out amidst the landmarks of the bay.
The full deliciousness of this bright day
That's like a heart with nothing to conceal;
The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-gray
Rimming the cloudless ether far away;
Brairds, hedges, shadows; mountains that reveal
Soft sapphire; this great floor of polish'd steel
Spread out amidst the landmarks of the bay.
I stoop in sunshine to our circling net
From the black gunwale; tend these milky kine
Up their rough path; sit by yon cottage door
Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar—
Thou small Sky-Poet! never lyric yet
From human mouth was such pure joy as thine.
From the black gunwale; tend these milky kine
Up their rough path; sit by yon cottage door
Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar—
Thou small Sky-Poet! never lyric yet
From human mouth was such pure joy as thine.
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