But I go on forever.
MEADOW-LARKS
By Ina Coolbrith
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am!
(Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!)
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm,
O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the spring!
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O skies, serene and blue,
That shut the velvet pastures in, that fold the mountain’s crest!
Sweet, sweet, sweet! What of the clouds ye knew?