A MAY MORNING

The sky is clear,

The sun is bright;

The cows are red,

The sheep are white;

Trees in the meadows

Make happy shadows.

Birds in the hedge

Are perched and sing;

Swallows and larks

Are on the wing:

Two merry cuckoos

Are making echoes.

Bird and the beast

Have the dew yet;

My road shines dry,

Theirs bright and wet:

Death gives no warning,

On this May morning.

I see no Christ

Nailed on a tree,

Dying for sin;

No sin I see:

No thoughts for sadness,

All thoughts for gladness.