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.