The city’s tuneless clamour breaks my vision blest.
I have a dream of rill and ray that dance between
The ancient hills in verdant glory clad;
Of meadows putting on their robes of virgin green,
Of winds that heavenward bear earth’s anthem glad.
Oh, that a wand divine would lull my senses dim!
For human moanings drown sweet Nature’s Easter hymn.
I have a dream of ocean, whose familiar flow—
The echo of eternity’s calm voice—
Speaks of the springs renewed that, wave-like, come and go,