SYMPHONY

I As the great world breaks at morn
With its time of nature’s scorn
And the hour upon the hill
Makes all the world stand still;
Then, the breezes clear and wide
Float along as a gusty tide.

II O lively, playful fount
Where night and day are wont
To dance and sing as two
That share a purpose true;
From the California rose
To the sea’s blue velvet clothes.

III Now at evening’s rapture sweet
I hear the song with feet
That touches the flute of air
And bends my heart to prayer.

• Bliss Carman