LIFE-DRUNK

On opal Aprilian mornings like this

I seem dizzy and drunk with life.

I waken and wander and laugh in the sun;

With some mystical knowledge enormous

I lift up my face to the light.

Drunk with a gladness stupendous I seem;

With some wine of Immensity god-like I reel;

And my arm could fling Time from His throne;

I could pelt the awed taciturn arch

Of Morning with music and mirth;

And I feel, should I find but a voice for my thought,

That the infinite orbits of all God's loneliest stars

That are weaving vast traceries out on the fringes of Night

Could never stand more than a hem on the robe of my Song!