LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 211
IN THE WOODS WITH SHELLEY.
ING, happy nightingale, sing ;
Past is the season of weeping;
Birds in the wood are on wing,
Lambs in the meadow are leaping,
Can there be any delight still in the buttercups
sleeping ?
Dawn, paler daffodil, dawn ;
Smile, for the winter is over;
Sunlight makes golden the lawn,
Spring comes and kisses the clover ;
All the wild woodlands await poet and songster and
lover.
Linger, dew, linger and gem
All the fresh flowers in the garland ;
Blossom, leaf, bud and green stem
Flash with your light to some far land,
Where men shall wonder if you be not a newly-born
starland.