Sunshine
(from Songs in Ziklag: 1888)Bathed in balmy odours
Sitting upon flow’rs,
By the rippling waters,
Thus we pass the hours.
In the trees above us
Gaily sing the birds,
Making pleasant music
To our whisper’d words.
Yonder in the open
Pours the sunshine down
On the stooping reapers,
And the harvest brown.
In the stream the fisher
Lightly drops his cast.
All around is happy;
Would that it might last!
Allen Upward (1863-1926)
British poet, lawyer, politician and teacher
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