I love the wind of a summer day When it kisses my sun-burnt cheek And I feel its arm caressing me Till I tire, and wish it away: I love the little, white-veiled waves, The run-away brides of the Sea, And I love the softness of pebbled paths That lead to the silent caves: I love the song of silken grass When it sings to blooming clover And the sobbing song of a forest bird Is the music of a Mass. I love each blade that cleaves the sod; I love each withered bough And the little stream that seeks the sea, Singing a song of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |