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. 16. “Love Is Not Bond to Any Man”
2. The Celestial Passion. Part 2. 4. Cost
3. The New Day. Part 3. 29. The Unknown Way
4. The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror
5. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”

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