A Soft Day by Winifred Mary Letts

Winifred Mary Letts

A soft day, thank God!

A wind from the south

With a honey’d mouth;

A scent of drenching leaves,

Briar and beech and lime,

White elderflower and thyme,

And the soaking grass smells sweet,

Crushed by my two bare feet,

While the rain drips,

Drips, drips, drips from the eaves.

A soft day, thank God!

The hills wear a shroud

Of silver cloud;

The web the spider weaves

Is a glittering net;

The woodland path is wet,

And the soaking earth smells sweet

Under my two bare feet,

And the rain drips,

Drips, drips, drips from the leaves.

Music by Sir Charles Villiers Stanford, Kathleen Ferrier, A Soft Day

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