Sonnet Viii Poem by Philip Henry Savage

A THOUSAND flowerets of a thousand hues
Born of the sunset and the early dawn,
Burn in the darker forest and suffuse
An unimagined brightness o'er the lawn.
These are the days I give my heart in pawn
To thee, O nature, and the world refuse;
These are the days I feel my footsteps drawn
To seek the wayward motions of the muse!
I have not long enough on earth to stay
To lose the joy of one bright summer day;
One quiet day of peace, ah many a one!
Full of the song of birds and tremulous
With sunshine; let the world seek after us:
The muse and I are wandering with the sun.