On a bright April morning, the speaker goes outside alone, feeling uplifted and open. She describes herself not as an observer of nature but as part of it—a child of the meadow, a sister of the sky. That connection seems to lighten her: the “windy flood of morning” carries away a burden of longing or sadness. Her sorrow becomes small, like a sob lost in the sound of cheering, and she herself feels swept outward with the freedom of a seabird heading to sea. The mood is exhilarating and expansive, a moment of solitary joy in which the self merges with wind and light. It’s less about thinking than about feeling suddenly unburdened and at home in the larger world.
Morning — Summary
I WENT out on an April morning All alone, for my heart was high, I was a child of the shining meadow, I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.