Thursday, June 01, 2006
The robins and blackbirds awoke me at dawn
Out in the wet orchard, beyond the green lawn,
For there they were holding a grand jubilee,
And no one had wakened to hear it but me.
The sweet honeysuckles were sprinkled with dew;
There were hundreds of spider-webs wet with it too,
And pussy-cat, out by the lilacs, I saw
Was stopping and shaking the drops from her paw.
I dressed in the slience as still as a mouse,
And groped down the stairway and out of the house.
There, dim in the dawning, the garden paths lay,
Where yesterday evening we shouted at play.
By the borders of box-wood, and under the trees
There was nothing astir but the birds and the bees.
And if all the world had been made just for me,
I thought, what a wonderful thing it would be.