Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, VIVIAN'S SONG, by GEORGE BURTON HOTCHKISS


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First Line: O, the fields are green with a silvery sheen
Last Line: That to live is the joy of life.
Subject(s): Yale University


O, THE fields are green with a silvery sheen,
Where the dew besprinkled lies;
And violets peep from their dreamy sleep,
With shrinking, half-shut eyes.
'Tis morn! 'Tis morn! Come wind the horn!
Let laughter echo long,
And melody float from every throat,
For life is all a song!

The courser champs his bit, and stamps;
The boar-hounds fret their chains;
The beagles bay at the long delay,
And the hooded falcon strains.
Sluggards, arise, and rub your eyes,
Cloyed with your honeyed sleep!
The deer in the brake are seeking the lake,
And the hares from the covert leap.

Come, mount your steed, nor check his speed,
Strong for the chase and fleet;
Across the fields, the grass scarce yields
To the touch of his flying feet.
The breezes smite till your eyes grow bright,
And the blood in your cheeks is rife;
Then you feel a glow at your heart, and know
That to live is the joy of life.





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