Ploughman singing

Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met

Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,

And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,

Shows not her sleeve of grey to know her by.

Woke early, I arose and thought that first

In winter-time of all the world was I.

The old owls might have hallooed if they durst,

But joy just then was up and whistled by

A merry tune which I had known full long,

But could not to my mem'ry wake it back,

Until the ploughman changed it to the song.

O happiness, how simple is thy track!

-Tinged like the willow shoots, the east's young brow

Glows red and finds thee singing at the plough.