Early Morning at Bargis
Clear air and grassy lea,
— Stream-song and cattle-bell —
Dear man, what fools are we
— In prison-walls to dwell!
To live our days apart
— From green things and wide skies,
And let the wistful heart
— Be cut and crushed with lies!
Bright peaks! — And suddenly
— Light floods the placid dell,
The grass-tops brush my knee:
A good crop it will be,
— So all is well!
O man, what fools are we
— In prison-walls to dwell!
— Stream-song and cattle-bell —
Dear man, what fools are we
— In prison-walls to dwell!
To live our days apart
— From green things and wide skies,
And let the wistful heart
— Be cut and crushed with lies!
Bright peaks! — And suddenly
— Light floods the placid dell,
The grass-tops brush my knee:
A good crop it will be,
— So all is well!
O man, what fools are we
— In prison-walls to dwell!
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