Friday, April 8, 2011

Because the Day Smells Good

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops; on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist; that, glittering in the sun, 
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

From "Resolution and Independence"
By William Wordsworth

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