When on a Summer's Morn
by William Henry Davies
by William Henry Davies
When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.
To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,
Or any bird in song;
And common leaves that hum all day
Without a throat or tongue.
Or any bird in song;
And common leaves that hum all day
Without a throat or tongue.
And when Time strikes the hour for sleep,
Back in my room alone,
My heart has many a sweet bird's song --
And one that's all my own.
Back in my room alone,
My heart has many a sweet bird's song --
And one that's all my own.
HT: Poetry and Poems
2 comments:
This is such a lovely poem, Wendy. It reminds me of one by Wordsworth where he reflects on the memory of his nature walk, on his sofa afterwards. I love how poetry so beautifully expresses the sights and sounds of nature.
God bless:-)
It actually reminds me of what you just posted, Vicky!
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