Archibald Lampman - In May lyrics

Grief was my master yesternight; To-morrow I may grieve again; But now along the windy plain The clouds have taken flight. The sowers in the furrows go; The lusty river brimmeth on; The curtains from the hills are gone; The leaves are out; and lo, The silvery distance of the day, The light horizons, and between The glory of the perfect green, The tumult of the May. The bobolinks at noonday sing More softly than the softest flute, And lightlier than the lightest lute Their fairy tambours ring. The roads far off are towered with dust; The cherry-blooms are swept and thinned; In yonder swaying elms the wind Is charging gust on gust. But here there is no stir at all; The ministers of sun and shadow Horde all the perfumes of the meadow Behind a gra**y wall. An infant rivulet wind-free Adown the guarded hollow sets, Over whose brink the violets Are nodding peacefully. From pool to pool it prattles by; The flashing swallows dip and pa**, Above the tufted marish gra**, And here at rest am I. I care not for the old distress, Nor if to-morrow bid me moan; To-day is mine, and I have known An hour of blessedness.