Look at the morning's far-flung dew,
Shimmering on the green,
And see the vast expanse of blue
Where angels sleep and dream.
The rural sights and all around
Are Nature's mind undimmed:
The crescent moon and puffy clouds
Are genius untrimmed.
The swallow sweeps, the cuckoo calls,
The brooks all babble glee.
No concrete here - no roads or walls,
But only fields and trees.
The marshes and the meadows hum
With joyous sights and sounds;
The endless beat of Nature's drum
Where mirth and life abound.
Oh butterfly! oh daffodil!
You bring such full repose.
The luscious moors and windswept hills
Are where my future grows.