Green Broughs

Birds were singing everywhere
In the sunny spaces,
Blackbird, thrush, and linnet were
Flashing through the flashing air
Full of airs and graces.

Up and down and round about,
Soaring, gliding, swinging,
Darting in and scudding out,
While through all the pretty rout
Came their frantic singing.

And upon the sunny view
Happy trees were holding
Pretty baby leaves anew,
Freshly bathed in the dew,
For the sun's beholding.

Loud he shouted through the plain
(Golden-voiced and glad he),
Dance them up with might and main,
Toss the baby leaves again
Till they see their daddy.

Songs From The Clay [1915]