Classic Poem

Past my window dawn and down
Through the open shutters thrown
Pass the birds the first awaking,
And the light wind peace breaking.

Now the ink will dry on pen —
And the paper take no more
Thoughts of beauty from the far
Night, or remembered day of men.
Cotswold breaking the dark or standing
Brave as the sun, with white scar.

Now my footsteps shall go light
By the fence and bridge till white
The farm show, that till now had glimmered.
In the trees July had summered.