Poems (Linn)/Joy
For works with similar titles, see Joy.
JOY.
MY heart seems bursting with its pent-up joy.
Would I could sing a song as gay and sweet
As that small bird that poises on the spray,
Then dives among the grasses at my feet.
You think, O bird! singing your joyous song,
That life, from green-swathed earth to heaven above,
Was made for you. Sweet bird, I think not so;—
This earth and sky and all, were made for love.
Would I could sing a song as gay and sweet
As that small bird that poises on the spray,
Then dives among the grasses at my feet.
You think, O bird! singing your joyous song,
That life, from green-swathed earth to heaven above,
Was made for you. Sweet bird, I think not so;—
This earth and sky and all, were made for love.