For one brief hour upon the breath of spring
A gleam of heaven-born happiness I bring:
Out of the vast unknown,
Out of the crystal zone
Of all that's beautiful I flash and fly
And float — I know not why!
Out of the morn's empurpled empyrean,
A tone of Truth's harmonious harp, a pæan,
A strain of tuneful song,
I flit the flowers among,
A portion of the pageant of a dream,
Part of the bright sunbeam.
Upon the target of the tall sunflower—
The golden house that Love has made my dower—
I drink the nectar draught;
And, when my thirst has quaffed,
I seek the meadows and the myriad bells
Knolling their silvery knells.
