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Best and
brightest, come away,
Fairer far than this fair day,
Which, like thee, to those in sorrow
Comes to bid a
sweet good-morrow
To the rough year just awake
In
its cradle on the brake.
The brightest hour of unborn
Spring
Through the Winter wandering,
Found, it
seems, the halcyon morn
To hoar February born;
Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth,
It kissed the
forehead of the earth,
And smiled upon the silent
sea,
And bade the frozen streams be free,
And
waked to music all their fountains,
And breathed upon
the frozen mountains,
And like a prophetess of May
Strewed flowers upon the barren way,
Making the
wintry world appear
Like one on whom thou smilest,
dear.
Away, away, from men and towns,
To the
wild wood and the downs -
To the silent wilderness
Where the soul need not repress
Its music, lest it
should not find
An echo in another's mind,
While
the touch of Nature's art
Harmonizes heart to heart.
Radiant Sister of the Day
Awake! arise! and come
away!
To the wild woods and the plains,
To the
pools where winter rains
Image all their roof of
leaves,
Where the pine its garland weaves
Of
sapless green, and ivy dun,
Round stems that never
kiss the sun,
Where the lawns and pastures be
And
the sandhills of the sea,
Where the melting
hoar-frost wets
The daisy-star that never sets,
And wind-flowers and violets
Which yet join not scent
to hue
Crown the pale year weak and new;
When the
night is left behind
In the deep east, dim and blind,
And the blue noon is over us,
And the multitudinous
Billows murmur at our feet,
Where the earth and ocean
meet,
And all things seem only one
In the
universal Sun.
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