But close beside the morning sky

I’ll say a glad Good-morrow!”

O dweller in the darling wood,

When near to death I lie,

Come from your leafy solitude,

And bid my soul good-by.

Good-by! good-by!

The world is dim as sorrow;

But close beside the morning sky

O say a glad Good-morrow!

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The Sky Path

I HEAR the far moon’s silver call

I

High in the upper wold;

And shepherd-like it gathers all

My thoughts into its fold.

Oh happy thoughts, that wheresoe’er

They wander through the day,

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