Mortals, while through the world you go, Clinton Scollard More Quotes by Clinton Scollard More Quotes From Clinton Scollard In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way. Clinton Scollard bird wind inspirational Some must delve when the dawn is nigh; Clinton Scollard kings dream men Upon my lips the breath of song, Clinton Scollard heart time song And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush. Clinton Scollard sunset stars twilight A bird in the boughs sang "June," Clinton Scollard drunk june summer To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods. Clinton Scollard woods health giving It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time. Clinton Scollard moon owl sky O the wind is a faun in the spring time Clinton Scollard gay spring wind
