All Things that Love the Sun 

  

          (from Resolution and Independence)  

All things that love the sun are out of doors; 

The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth; 

The grass is bright with rain drops; - on the moors 

The hare is running races in her mirth; 

And with her feet she from the plashy earth 

Raises a mist, that glittering in the sun,  

Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run 

                                        William Wordworth