Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 18. Song (The birds were singing, the skies were gay)

The birds were singing, the skies were gay;
     ⁠I looked from the window on meadow and wood,
⁠⁠          On green, green grass that the sun made white;
     ⁠Beyond the river the mountain stood—
⁠⁠          Blue was the mountain, the river was bright;
⁠     I looked on the land and it was not good,
For my own dear Love she had flown away.

1. The New Day. Part 4. 10. The Violin
2. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul
3. The New Day. Part 4. 3. Likeness in Unlikeness
4. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)
5. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”

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