 | The Forest Minstrel, and Other Poems |  |
But oh! thou world of light and glee!
What soul can ever picture thee?
As strays the fond enthusiast eye
Round the green earth and flaming sky,
From every meadow, bush, and tree,
Rings morning's loudest melody.
Hark to the cuckoo's wand'ring notes!
Hark to the lark, whose music floats
Through the wide air in strains that tell,
This is a world where gods might dwell!
What soul can ever picture thee?
As strays the fond enthusiast eye
Round the green earth and flaming sky,
From every meadow, bush, and tree,
Rings morning's loudest melody.
Hark to the cuckoo's wand'ring notes!
Hark to the lark, whose music floats
Through the wide air in strains that tell,
This is a world where gods might dwell!
| The Forest Minstrel, and Other Poems | |