Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By EdwinMarkham1086 Joy of the Morning
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Shouting a-swing above the broken wall.
Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all.
Sing to my soul in the deep, still wood:
’T is wonderful beyond the wildest word:
I ’d tell it, too, if I could.
Lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart,
I ’ve felt it like a glory in my heart,
(The world’s mysterious stir)
But had no throat like yours, my bird,
Nor such a listener.