All things that love the sun..

There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his own sweet voice the Stock - dove broods;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning`s birth;
The grass is bright with rain - drops; - on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

by William Wordsworth


GrandmaK said...

This poem is refreshing and cool, even at this warm and humid day is dawning! Thank you! Cathy

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

This is the world I love...and that sweet bunny is my all-time favorite creature that speaks the tenderness and joy of nature. Oh, what a beautiful world you make dear one! Anita