The Gladness Of Nature.
August 1, 2011
—William Cullen Bryant.
IS this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When all is smiling above and around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the blackbird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows sport in the deep green vale;
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll in the easy gale.
There’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth, that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles,—
Ay, look, and he’ll smile all thy gloom away.