THE HAPPY DAY
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All day long I purpose in yonder Green meadows to wander And think of a song. I shall take Provision of berries, Black treacle cherries, And possibly cake. Where the boughs Of gliding willows Freckle green pillows I shall drowse, Or wander blithe Through scented acres Where haymakers Sharpen the scythe. I shall not lack, I shall not trouble; Through fields of stubble I shall come back— While dusk is spread, While twilight lingers— With purple fingers, A song in my head.