When on a Summer's Morn
When on a summer's morn I wake,
And open my two eyes,
Out to the clear, born-singing rills
My bird-like spirit flies.
To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush,
Or any bird in song;
And common leaves that hum all day,
Without a throat or tongue.
And when Time strikes the hour for sleep,
Back in my room alone,
My heart has many a sweet bird's song —
And one that's all my own.
~~
W.H. Davies (1871-1940)
from The Bird of Paradise, and other poems, 1914
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
W.H. Davies biography
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