Far off, gray-purple of the woods warming to life;
The clouds floating—O so full of light and blessing, that I think they live and love,
Or truly that they are beautiful veils, not all hiding that which lives and loves!
Morning, and April,
And on the far-away road, hither leading, the road but now gray with the cloud-shadow,
The gleam travels.
Hitherward the gleam travels;
Behind it lies the gray shadow on the hill.
O life immense! O love unspeakable! O large To-day!
O moment of utterance given to me (the shadow too travels),