HAPPY COUNTRY
Here by the bright blue creek the good ships lieA-building, and the hammers beat and beat,And the wood-smell is pleasant in the heat;The strong ribs curve against the marsh and sky.Here the old men are mowing in the sun,And the hay-sweetness blends with the wild-rose;At the field’s edge the scarlet lily glows;The great clouds sail, and the swift shadows run,And the broad undulant meadows gloom and smile;Over the russet red-top warm winds pass,The swallow swoops and swerves, the cattle standIn the cool of shallow brooks—and all the whilePeace basks asleep, she dreams of some sad landLeagues over sea, where youth is mown as grass.
Here by the bright blue creek the good ships lieA-building, and the hammers beat and beat,And the wood-smell is pleasant in the heat;The strong ribs curve against the marsh and sky.Here the old men are mowing in the sun,And the hay-sweetness blends with the wild-rose;At the field’s edge the scarlet lily glows;The great clouds sail, and the swift shadows run,And the broad undulant meadows gloom and smile;Over the russet red-top warm winds pass,The swallow swoops and swerves, the cattle standIn the cool of shallow brooks—and all the whilePeace basks asleep, she dreams of some sad landLeagues over sea, where youth is mown as grass.
Here by the bright blue creek the good ships lieA-building, and the hammers beat and beat,And the wood-smell is pleasant in the heat;The strong ribs curve against the marsh and sky.Here the old men are mowing in the sun,And the hay-sweetness blends with the wild-rose;At the field’s edge the scarlet lily glows;The great clouds sail, and the swift shadows run,And the broad undulant meadows gloom and smile;Over the russet red-top warm winds pass,The swallow swoops and swerves, the cattle standIn the cool of shallow brooks—and all the whilePeace basks asleep, she dreams of some sad landLeagues over sea, where youth is mown as grass.
Here by the bright blue creek the good ships lie
A-building, and the hammers beat and beat,
And the wood-smell is pleasant in the heat;
The strong ribs curve against the marsh and sky.
Here the old men are mowing in the sun,
And the hay-sweetness blends with the wild-rose;
At the field’s edge the scarlet lily glows;
The great clouds sail, and the swift shadows run,
And the broad undulant meadows gloom and smile;
Over the russet red-top warm winds pass,
The swallow swoops and swerves, the cattle stand
In the cool of shallow brooks—and all the while
Peace basks asleep, she dreams of some sad land
Leagues over sea, where youth is mown as grass.