But green leaves and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing and loving all come back together;
Then the lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings and he sings, and forever sings he,
“I love my Love, and my Love loves me.”
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
THE SNOW-BIRD’S SONG
The ground was all covered with snow one day,