Classic Poem

Sing away, high singer!
We will listen:
You were always good-news bringer,
Singing as the dewdrops glisten,
Purely for the joy of light:
Sing away!

Sing the joy of life, the loving,
And the rapture of the height; —
After day's celestial roving,
Grassy rest terrene of night;
Then the dawn comes following:
Sing away!

Sing: it is the new-come Spring:
Little lover, sing away!
Seven sunny days in seven,
Grey of morn to red of even,
Bud and leaf and blossom sing,
And a callow brood in May!

Sweet and glad! ah tender-hearted,
Sing for joy of life to-day,
Fresh as when the paean started
First in Paradise, the lay
Of a whole world's holiday.

Grey of morn to red of even,
Little lover, sing away:
Sing the soaring way to heaven:
Sing the old and new love-song,
Sing, for love and life are long: