My robe is of green, My crown is of stars— The grass is the green And the daisies the stars: O'er lochan and streamlet My breath moveth sweet . . . Bonnie blue lochans, Hillwaters fleet. The song in my heart Is the song of the birds, And the wind in my heart Is the lowing of herds: The light in my eyes, And the breath of my mouth, Are the clouds of spring-skies And the sound of the South. @3(The Airs of Spring)@1 Grass-green from thy mouth The sweet sound of the South! |