No Careless Mind

A granted joy can make a careless mind,

To take or leave at any hour I choose;

Yet every wind that blows has its own sing,

And sings a music that I dare not lose;

While every tree that grows in field or wood

Has qualities that change, like flesh and blood.

The Sun comes out and like a dog am I,

That starts a scent that’s new to him and strange,

And where it burns I follow till it dies;

The stars at night, whose beauty knows no change,

Still lead my hopes to see, at any hour,

A seed of light throw up a magic flower!