You will journey many a weary day and long, Ere you will see so restful and sweet a place, As this, my home, my nest so downy and warm, The labor of many happy and hopeful days;
But its low brown walls are laid and softly lined, And oh, full happily now my rest I take, And care not I when it lightly rocks in the wind, For the branch above though it bends will never break;
And close by my side rings out the voice of my mate — my lover; Oh, the days are long, and the days are bright — and Summer will last forever. Now the stream that divides us from perfect bliss
Seems floating past so narrow — so narrow, You could span its wave such a morn as this, With a moment winged like a golden arrow, And the sweet wind waves all the tasselled broom,
And over the hill does it loitering come, Oh, the perfect light — oh, the perfect bloom, And the silence is thrilled with the murmurous hum Of the bees a-kissing the red-lipped clover;
Oh, the days are long, and the days are bright — and Summer will last forever. When the West is a golden glow, and lower The sun is sinking large and round,
Like a golden goblet spilling o'er, Glittering drops that drip to the ground — Then I spread my lustrous wings and cleave the air Sailing high with a motion calm and slow,
Far down the green earth lies like a picture fair, Then with rapid wing I sink in the shining glow; A-chasing the glinting, gleaming drops; oh, a diver Am I in a clear and golden sea, and Summer will last forever.
The leaves with a pleasant rustling sound are stirred Of a night, and the stars are calm and bright; And I know, although I am only a little bird, One large serious star is watching me all the night,
For when the dewy leaves are waved by the breeze, I see it forever smiling down on me. So I cover my head with my wing, and sleep in peace, As blessed as ever a little bird can be;
And the silver moonlight falls over land and sea and river, And the nights are cool, and the nights are still, and Summer will last forever. I think you would journey many and many a day,
Ere you so contented and blest a bird would see; Not all the wealth of the world could lure my love away, For my brown little nest is all the world to me; And care not I if brighter bowers there are
Lying close to the sun — where tall palms pierce the sky; Oh, you would journey a weary way and a far, Ere you would behold a bird so blest as I; And singing close to my side is my mate — my kin — my lover;
Oh, the days are long, and the days are bright — and Summer will last forever.
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