This poem, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, perfectly describes, I think, a sunny, windy day of spring.  I included this poem in my poetry notebook for my seventh grade English class many years ago!  I still derive pleasure from reading through those poems, all around a weather theme.–April Moore

A DAY OF SUNSHINE
     by  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O gift of God!  O perfect day!
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!

Through  every fiber of my brain,
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the electric thrill, the touch
Of life, that seems almost too much.

I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some grand instrument.

And over me unrolls on high
The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where through a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon,

Toward yonder cloud-land in West,
Toward yonder Island of the Blest,
Whose steep sierra far uplifts
Its craggy summits white with drifts.

Blow, winds!  and waft through all the rooms
The snowflakes of the cherry blooms!
Blow, winds!  and bend within my reach
The fiery blossoms of the peach!

O Life and Love!  O happy throng,
Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!
O heart of man!  canst thou not be
Blithe as the air is, and as free?

 

 

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