Poetry Archives

For me the jasmine buds unfold
 And silver daisies star the lea,
The crocus hoards the sunset gold,
 And the wild rose breathes for me.
I feel the sap through the bough returning,
 I share the skylark’s transport fine,
I know the fountain’s wayward yearning,
 I love, and the world is mine!

I love, and thoughts that sometime grieved,
 Still well remembered, grieve not me;
From all that darkened and deceived
 Upsoars my spirit free.
For soft the hours repeat one story,
 Sings the sea one strain divine;
My clouds arise all flushed with glory—
 I love, and the world is mine!