The sunshine trembles as it kisses earth;
Each branch is laced with song of bird and breeze;
And I could laugh aloud in joining mirth!
Or shout my love! or fall upon my knees.
Oh, world, I love thee truly, do adore
Thy golden moods, each fragile cloud and leaf!
But on a night of storm I've loved thee more,
When rain and wind were sobbing out their grief.
My heart has rent within the rending sky,
The lightning flash no sharper than my strife.
My God, dear God, why must we die
While passionate with life?