BLUE AND GOLD

By Frederic Manning

Blue and gold are April days,

All the wealth of spring unrolled

Down the wet, bird-haunted ways

Blue and gold.

In their rapture uncontrolled,

From the trees the blackbirds raise

Songs of triumph, clear and bold:

And the distance is blue haze,

Where the hills the fields enfold,

Like still seas in sheltered bays

Blue and gold.