THE HAPPY PEOPLE
Reading edition
“And as I sat, over the pale blue hills came a noise of revellers."—Endymion.
DOWN the spring slope sweep the Happy People In a stream; Pressing naked feet in rosy clover, Flitting through the glades where songbirds hover, Following brooks that run the meadows over; (In my dream.) Down the green lawns throng the Happy People, Joy supreme In their poised hands garlanded with flowers, Joy of soft limbs fresh from sun and showers, Joy of sweet lips tasting dewy hours; (In my dream.) Toward the mountains fare the Happy People, And they seem Waving me a promise bright and splendid, Calling me to take the way they wended. (But that way began—so has it ended In my dream.)