I've never been content to sit
Beneath the flowered tree
To gaze upon the birds that flit
Like fairies past the sea.
For when I lay upon the grass
On evenings just like this
With stars that glint like melted glass
And honey on my lips—
I feel a strange enchantment grow
Like cobwebs, cool and sweet
That bids me fight the dusky glow
And struggle to my feet.
It whispers in my ear and I
Cannot but lift my head
It shines behind the curtained sky
And with a certain dread,
I rise to face the nectared night
Which seems with joy to weep
I taste ambrosia, clear and bright
As I am roused from sleep.
It seems most strange, the world I greet
My soul all raw and new
The wind that rustles through the wheat
Is drenched in starry blue.
And underneath, like rose and thorns
A thrill of light awakes
Once sheltered by a thousand morns
Adorned by woven lakes,
And then like magic bursting through
The rhythms of the night,
The gilded winds belace the dew
And set the world alight.
I glory in the twilight gleam
The gloaming silver moon
And with a sigh wake from a dream
To face the midnight noon.
Tomorrow life is close and small
Tomorrow life is cold
But now it seems to rise and fall
A beating heart of gold.