Life-Drunk

On opal Aprilian mornings like this I seem dizzy and drunk with life. I waken and wander and laugh in the sun; With some mystical knowledge enormous I lift up my face to the light. Drunk with a gladness stupendous I seem; With some wine of Immensity god-like I reel; And my arm could fling Time from His throne; I could pelt the awed taciturn arch Of Morning with music and mirth; And I feel, should I find but a voice for my thought, That the infinite orbits of all God's loneliest stars That are weaving vast traceries out on the fringes of Night Could never stand more than a hem on the robe of my Song!