A mood

The songs of the birds in the sunshine,

The buzz of the bee, the caw of the rook,

The bleating of lambs, the murmuring brook,

Fill my soul with a deepening wonder.

The sun sinks to rest in the evening

With halo of gold, the hush of the twilight,

Sombre bright hue, heaven all starlight,

Then my soul from things earthly will wander.

The nightingale's song in the darkness,

The hoot of the owl, the chirp of the cricket,

The croak of the frog, the dim distant

Roll of the sea on the grey rocks yonder.

The songs of the birds in the sunshine,

The buzz of the bee, the caw of the rook,

The bleating of lambs, the murmuring brook,

Fill my soul with a deepening wonder.