Gifts
A dropping shower of spray,
Filled with a beam of light, —
The breath of some soft day, —
The groves by wan moonlight, —
Some rivers flow,
Some falling snow,
Some bird's swift flight; —
A summer field o'erstrown
With gay and laughing flowers,
And shepherd's clocks half blown,
That tell the merry hours, —
The waving grain,
The spring soft rain, —
Are these things ours ?
Filled with a beam of light, —
The breath of some soft day, —
The groves by wan moonlight, —
Some rivers flow,
Some falling snow,
Some bird's swift flight; —
A summer field o'erstrown
With gay and laughing flowers,
And shepherd's clocks half blown,
That tell the merry hours, —
The waving grain,
The spring soft rain, —
Are these things ours ?
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.