Life.
"OH, life is very, very beautiful
To my young heart. No clouds are on its sky,
Save those the rainbow crowns; no waters sweep
Beneath, save those that give the sky's soft blue
Back from their tranquil bosoms; and no winds
Fly o'er the fresh green earth, save those that come
To bear sweet incense on their dewy wings,
To fan my glowing temples, and to lift
The light curl from my cheek. The many stars
Shine like rich blessings on me; countless flowers,
With all their soft blue eyes, look love to mine;
And myriad red and golden fruits hang low,
And seem to woo my hand to pluck them. Life
To me is all my heart has ever dreamed
To my young heart. No clouds are on its sky,
Save those the rainbow crowns; no waters sweep
Beneath, save those that give the sky's soft blue
Back from their tranquil bosoms; and no winds
Fly o'er the fresh green earth, save those that come
To bear sweet incense on their dewy wings,
To fan my glowing temples, and to lift
The light curl from my cheek. The many stars
Shine like rich blessings on me; countless flowers,
With all their soft blue eyes, look love to mine;
And myriad red and golden fruits hang low,
And seem to woo my hand to pluck them. Life
To me is all my heart has ever dreamed
