A shaft of gold
Shot through the wrack of cloud and storm,
The heart of heaven beat quick and warm;
From bird and stream, with myriad tongue,
The glad day carolled, laughed, and sung.
’Twas morning still! Her tear-drops bright
The maiden-hair raised to the light;
I heard, half prayer, half praise, the song:
“Oh, sweet, sweet,
Oh, life is sweet, and joy is long!”