Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
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.
Richard Watson Gilder’s other poems:
