Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)
Meadowlarks
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am! (Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!) Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm. O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the Spring! Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain? Who says that life is sorrowful? O life so glad, so fleet! Ah! he who lives the noblest life finds life the noblest gain. The tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet. Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is! Dear heart, I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call. Sweet, sweet, sweet! O world so full of bliss— For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all!
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