I
like the feels of these fields
The shape of the shore
And little riffles in the river
The shape of the shore
And little riffles in the river
I
like the thrill of the hills
The
dingle in the dell
And
the ceaselessness of the sea.
I
like the cleft in the cliff
The
gleam of the stream
And
standing under eaves of leaves.
I
like the heat on the heath
The
shelter of shadows
And
midnight moonlight.
I
like stormy mornings
Afternoon
laughter
And
homing in the gloaming.