Around me——gold! Above me, vast and still The blue arch of the sky: I drink my fill Of beauty—— Some bleak, icy day When all the world Seems winter-bound and gray There will come floating Down the months to me The haunting vision of this mystery—— This sweeping carpet Of pure, sun-drenched gold, This arch of azure Flecked with fleecy white These clumps of asters, This rare, vived ssight Of full-blown spears Of yellow goldenrod Springing so freely From the humble sod; This golden moment That will be to me A setting etched With Joy's rich ecstacy. |