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Among the Trees Again
Among the Trees Again
Among the Trees Again
I saw a meadow-land, one day;The grass stood green and high,But naught appealed in any wayTo stay the passer-by.Till suddenly the sunlight strayedThose leafy tangles through,And touched to fire, on every bladeA golden network grew!A million airy cobwebs gleamedSo silken-soft and bright,That all the level lowland seemedA tracery of light.And as I watched the webs, I thoughtThe field of life along,As slight as these, so I have wroughtWith slender threads of song.They bind the grass, and blossoms, too,The bee and butterfly,And some go faintly wavering throughThe tender azure sky.Yet still I wait that golden glowWhose fine transmuting artMust smite my web of song, and soReveal it to the heart.Ah therefore, thou, I pray thee, touchThese frail threads I have spun,With grace of sympathy, for suchMight light them like the sun!
I saw a meadow-land, one day;The grass stood green and high,But naught appealed in any wayTo stay the passer-by.Till suddenly the sunlight strayedThose leafy tangles through,And touched to fire, on every bladeA golden network grew!A million airy cobwebs gleamedSo silken-soft and bright,That all the level lowland seemedA tracery of light.And as I watched the webs, I thoughtThe field of life along,As slight as these, so I have wroughtWith slender threads of song.They bind the grass, and blossoms, too,The bee and butterfly,And some go faintly wavering throughThe tender azure sky.Yet still I wait that golden glowWhose fine transmuting artMust smite my web of song, and soReveal it to the heart.Ah therefore, thou, I pray thee, touchThese frail threads I have spun,With grace of sympathy, for suchMight light them like the sun!
I saw a meadow-land, one day;The grass stood green and high,But naught appealed in any wayTo stay the passer-by.
I saw a meadow-land, one day;
The grass stood green and high,
But naught appealed in any way
To stay the passer-by.
Till suddenly the sunlight strayedThose leafy tangles through,And touched to fire, on every bladeA golden network grew!
Till suddenly the sunlight strayed
Those leafy tangles through,
And touched to fire, on every blade
A golden network grew!
A million airy cobwebs gleamedSo silken-soft and bright,That all the level lowland seemedA tracery of light.
A million airy cobwebs gleamed
So silken-soft and bright,
That all the level lowland seemed
A tracery of light.
And as I watched the webs, I thoughtThe field of life along,As slight as these, so I have wroughtWith slender threads of song.
And as I watched the webs, I thought
The field of life along,
As slight as these, so I have wrought
With slender threads of song.
They bind the grass, and blossoms, too,The bee and butterfly,And some go faintly wavering throughThe tender azure sky.
They bind the grass, and blossoms, too,
The bee and butterfly,
And some go faintly wavering through
The tender azure sky.
Yet still I wait that golden glowWhose fine transmuting artMust smite my web of song, and soReveal it to the heart.
Yet still I wait that golden glow
Whose fine transmuting art
Must smite my web of song, and so
Reveal it to the heart.
Ah therefore, thou, I pray thee, touchThese frail threads I have spun,With grace of sympathy, for suchMight light them like the sun!
Ah therefore, thou, I pray thee, touch
These frail threads I have spun,
With grace of sympathy, for such
Might light them like the sun!