Gaily afield, this morning of the skies, From earth's wide bowl a blessed draught I draw, -- Air of the hilltops! air the sun first saw Dimpling to greet him; air that flits and flies From where the pond to where the meadow lies; Crystalline air, that has no fleck or flaw; Runaway air, itself its own best law, Wild as the brooks from upland rocks that rise. Bring me, sweet air, the courage of the hills. A weary day's before me; murmur low The meadow-charm that masters frets and ills, The healthful secret that the woodlands know. With all the daring joy of mountain rills Into my surly, stagnant living flow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SELF-SEEKER by ROBERT FROST OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FATHER WILLIAM [QUESTIONED], FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE |