Overview
It fell on a day I was happy, And the winds, the concave sky, The flowers and the beasts in the meadowSeemed happy even as I;And I stretched my hands to the meadow, To the bird, the beast, the tree: "Why are ye all so happy?"I cried, and they answered me.What sayest thou, Oh meadow, That stretches so wide, so far, That none can say how manyThy misty marguerites are?And what say ye, red roses, That o'er the sun-blanched wallFrom your high black-shadowed trellisLike flame or blood-drops fall?"We are born, we are reared, and we lingerA various space and die;We dream, and are bright and happy, But we cannot answer why."What sayest thou, Oh shadow, That from the dreaming hillAll down the broadening valleyLiest so sharp and still?And thou, Oh murmuring brooklet, Whereby in the noonday gleam[6]The loosestrife burns like ruby, And the branch?d asters dream?"We are born, we are reared, and we lingerA various space and die;We dream and are very happy, But we cannot answer why."And then of myself I questioned, That like a ghost the whileStood from me and calmly answered, With slow and curious smile: "Thou art born as the flowers, and wilt lingerThine own short space and die;Thou dream'st and art strangely happy, But thou canst not answer why."
- | Author: Archibald Lampman
- | Publisher: Independently published
- | Publication Date: Jun 10, 2019
- | Number of Pages: 44 pages
- | Language: English
- | Binding: Paperback
- | ISBN-10: 1071463179
- | ISBN-13: 9781071463178
