A Morning in Summer
The morn is bright, the air is sweet, I wander where the flowers greet; Their petals soft, with sheen of dew, A fragrant welcome, fresh and new.
Beneath the trees the shadows play, Where light and leaf intertwine in sway; Each sound a murmur from the brook, A fairy tale, a storybook.
The lark does soar beyond the hill, With joyous notes that seem to thrill; In nature’s arms, I softly rest, And in her beauty feel the blessed.
- Thomas Woolner