Perfect Day (poetry)

1899

By Ninette M. Lowater

Fair was the blue sky overhead,
Fair was the earth below;
Soft as an infant's breath, the wind
Went wandering to and fro.

The creeping grasses clad the earth
In garniture of green;
A summer day more fair, more sweet,
The earth has never seen.

Yet something still it seemed to lack
To satisfy my heart;
Lovely, but lifeless as a thing
Created by some art.

But lo — I heard a gush of song,
The whirring of a wing,
And into happy, joyous life
The whole world seemed to spring.

— Youth's Companion.