SING, lark, far up the sky!
Sing, throstle, for love's sake!
Sing, sing, as if no heart might ever break!

Softly, O summer sigh
Of winds, let patter down
The blossom-rain, as if no storms had blown!

Smile, flowers, along the way, —
Your dainty presence stirs
Such blessed thoughts, ye little comforters.

O earth, for one kind day
Let me be glad again, —
Forgetting grief that is, and that has been.