Thursday, November 8, 2012

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

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