Gleams of Light
A light shineth from peak to peak,
And it whispers beneath the shade;
With bright dew and dreams that speak,
In Earth’s green heart, a gentle glade.
What is found in a moment’s gaze?
The fireflies dance on glistening wing,
In nature’s woven, silvered maze,
The morning birds, their praises sing.
O the trees, how they sway with grace,
In the arms of the love-sick moon;
Beneath the stars’ eternal embrace,
Nature’s song becomes a tune.
- William Blake