Eternal Songs

I AM a field spread warm before the sun — Lord of my day! Your love is warmth and light. In me all growth and pleasure are begun: A bird soars singing to salute your height.

Love, my fond words, Are happy birds!

I am the sun's self, And you the waters of a still bright lake; My arms encircling airs, Which draw you, drink you, for my sun-ship's sake.