William Allingham

(19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)

On A Forenoon Of Spring - Poem by William Allingham

I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel
The full deliciousness of this bright day,
That's like a heart with nothing to conceal;
The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey
Rimming the cloudless ether far away;
Brairds, hedges, shadows; mountains that reveal
Soft sapphire; this great floor of polished steel
Spread out amidst the landmarks of the bay.

I stoop in sunshine to our circling net
From the black gunwale; tend these milky kine
Up their rough path; sit by yon cottage-door
Plying the diligent thread; take wings and soar--
O hark how with the season's laureate
Joy culminates in song! If such a song were mine!


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  • Susan Williams (12/11/2015 2:00:00 PM)


    It is a rare pleasure to read such a poem centered as it is on the joy of living in the moment (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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