THE sky is clear, the voice is fresh
Of waters beating on the shore,
And nature to my heart her heart
Now lays once more.

Mindful of summer days long past,
She will not show a weeping face,
But, cheerful with remembered joy,
Gives gladness place.

The light slips down from other skies
And mingles with the blue of this;
I hear another music through
The sparrow's bliss.

The light of an unfading love
Paints the gay grass and frames the sky,
And hides the moon in morning seas
And cannot die.