A stream of light flows from the dawn, As the day begins to spring; The wildrose laughs on petals drawn, The lonely robin sings.
With every living pulse of air, The tree-tops dance and sway; And as the fern leaves nicely share, The dreams of folded day.
Oh, would that I could stay and cling To this sweet breath of time; And wander lonely, free, and sing An endless summer rhyme.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson