Music.

THE MORNING WIND

There's more than music in this early wind,

   Awaking like a bird refreshed from sleep;

And joy that Adam might in Eden find,

   When he with angels did communion keep.

It breathes all balm and incense from the sky,

   Blessing the husbandman with freshening powers;

Joy’s manna from its wings doth fall and lie,

   Harvests for early wakers with the flowers.

The very grass in Joy’s devotion moves;

   Cowslips, in adoration and delight,

This way and that bow to the breath they love

   Of the young Winds, that with their dew-pearls play,

Till smoking chimneys sicken the young light,

               And Feeling’s fairy visions fade away.

John Clare