The Golden Darkness/A Wild Day

​A WILD DAY.
Shadows that blow through the grasses
 As the shadows that move in the sea;
Clouds, through a wild, blue, beautiful sky,
 Rolling silently;—

A tree like a glory in the sunlight
 With leaves that glimmer and glance;
And far away the poised grey mountains
 Like billows caught in a trance;

And a wind that roars and washes
 Like a wild flood rushing by,
And in my heart a singing,
 And words that cry.

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