My Valley

Oh! my valley of shade and dreams! Golden lights 'mid the distant blue, Sun that pauses to kiss the dew, Dew that trembles beneath its beams—

Fain were I but a bird above, Floating, drifting on waves of air! Ah! the life of the birds is fair, For they wing to the spheres they love.

And if I could but fly and sing Thro' the sweetness of this dear day, I would bring all the hope of May, To thy heart, that is wan for Spring.