If on some clear spring morning I should wake
To greet the dawn in that Far Empery,
Would I find bluebirds in a willow brake,
Or hear a lark-flute in a symphony?
Would Heavenly skies wearing a copper veil
Announce the drama of the thrilling story
Of loved Apollo coming up the trail
Driving his chariot with blinding glory?
Would bees sip nectar from each fragile cup
Of Mountain Bluebells on a greening hill;
Or jeweled silver wings poised lifted up
Adorn the bonnet of a daffodil?
If I would not find beauty such as this
Let me awaken to my earthly bliss.
Chromatones
