Would I Find Bluebirds

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.