The Clouds

I stood and looked around where, far and nigh,
The heather bloom was swaying in the air,
The clouds chased one another down the sky
Beyond my sight, and everywhere
The birds flew through the sunshine, where they sang
So loud, so clear, so sweet, the heavens rang
Of lark and thrush and stare.

I never heard a melody so sweet
As I heard then ; I never knew a day
So filled with sunshine ; never saw the fleet
And tinted clouds so high and free and gay ;
Each danced to the horizon like a boy
Let out from school, each tumbled in its joy
And ran away.

Songs From The Clay [1915]