love, love, and Spring in the South!

Hark, in his song no tremor of misgiving!

All of his heart he pours into his lay,—

“Love, love, love, and pure delight of living:

Winter is forgotten: here's a happy day!”

Fair in your face I read the flowery presage,

Snowy on your brow and rosy on your mouth:

Sweet in your voice I hear the season's message,—

Love, love, love, and Spring in the South!

1904.

 A NOON SONG

 There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; But who will give praise to the fulness of light, And sing us a song of the glory of noon? Oh, the high noon, the clear noon, The noon with golden crest; When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turns With his face to the way of the west!

There are songs for the morning and songs for the night,

For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon;

But who will give praise to the fulness of light,

And sing us a song of the glory of noon?

Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,

The noon with golden crest;

When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turns

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