A song of days.O radiant summer day,
Whose air, sweet air, steals on from flowervto flower!
Couldst thou not yield one hour
When the glad heart says, “This alone is May” ?
O passionate earthly love,
Whose tremulous pulse beats on to life's best boon!
Couldst thou not give one noon,
One noon of noons, all other bliss above?
O solemn human life,
Whose nobler longings bid all conflict cease!
Grant us one day's deep peace
Beyond the utmost rumor of all strife.
For if no joy can stay,
Let it at least yield one consummate bloom,
Or else there is no room
To find delight in love, or life, or May.