Meadow-Larks Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am!
(Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing) ,
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm!
O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the spring.

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O skies serene and blue,
That shut the radiant (velvet) pastures in; that fold the mountain's crest!
Sweet, sweet, sweet! What of the clouds ye knew?
The vessels ride a golden tide, upon a sea at rest.

Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain?
Who says that life is sorrowful? O life so glad, so fleet!
Ah! he who leads (lives) the noblest life finds life the noblest gain,
The tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet.

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is!
Dear heart, I hear across the field my mateling pipe and call.
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O world so full of bliss!
For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all!