Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day, br And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray br    Of the wide sky, far, far into whose deep br    The rath lark soars, and scatters down the steep br His runnel song, that skyey roundelay. br br Earth with a sigh awakes; and tremors play, br    Coy in her leafy trees, and falt'ring creep br Across the daisy lawn and whisper, "Well-a-day," br    Soft, low and sweet. br br From violet-banks the scent-clouds float away br    And spread around their fragrance, as of sleep: br    From ev'ry mossy nook the blossoms peep; br From ev'ry blossom comes one little ray br That makes the world-wealth one with Spring, alway br    Soft, low and sweet.