Oh, for the days in the sunshine land
When you sleep-a-bye softly
And wake-a-bye bright,
When the right winds blow through the buttercup rows
And the golden is spilling from grasses and sky.
There is the elven-nook under the willow.
There is the swell of the fairy-top hill.
Still now and hush in the dew-glimmered breathing,
Sweep now and rush in the wind-dancing wave.
All now is ours—every my all together—
Sing it out sweetly with robins and green.
Then in the moon-glow with crickets and dreamers,
Figures are dancing on hush-secret lawns
Onto the toadstool-tops leap-and-a-laughing,
Onto the skitta-skate star-specked stream,
Up to the top of the sky-scratching pine tree,
Drowsily down to the dew-dawning day.
Now it's Oh! for the giggle-built forts in the forest,
Hey and a ho for the hideaway haunts,
Oh! for the summer-clad play-pretend playmates
Slipping away all the pearl-strung days.
When they pull the shade on the sunshine land,
And all the elves are fairly gone,
Then the dark is on the rows of figures
And toadstools are mushrooms after all.
And yet—and yet—oh, never forget,
Amid all the dull and the drone and the dim,
To dream with the crickets and sing in the silence,
To wish in the whispering, hope in the night,
To wait for the glimmer in star-speckled skies,
To watch for the glitter in sun-sparkled eyes.
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In the Sunshine Land by Erin Woods is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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