A Bright Day

A Bright Day written by William Henry Davies

From "My Birds", 1933

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My windows now are giant drops of dew,
The common stones are dancing in my eyes;
The light is winged, and panting, and the world
Is fluttering with a little fall or rise.

See, while they shoot the sun with singing Larks,
How those broad meadows sparkle and rejoice!
Where can the Cuckoo hide in all this light,
And still remain unseen, and but a voice?

Shall I be mean, when all this light is mine?
Is anything unworthy of its place?
Jail for the rat, and let him share my joy,
And sit beside me here, to wash his face.

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