The birds were singing lustily
In mellow charm or spell;
Their songs rose up, robust and new
To bid the sun farewell.

And of the winds – the winds sang too
And fluttered through sweet air;
Their cries of sorrow bittersweet
Rang out a tuneful flair.

And in her eyes the skies were clear –
The clouds were set in gold;
A dreamer’s gaze, alight with awe
And marvels to behold.

The day was melting rapidly
And in its wonder gleamed;
Her eyes were lit with glossy sheen
Of all the thoughts she dreamed.

And on that day the night rose up
To cloak the sky anew;
And with it passed her musings sweet
Until the light broke through.