Lines Composed in Rainy Season
Land of many colours and contrasts; Desert of dusty brown in off-season; Battered black and broken with wind and fire. But wait the rains in their time, And yonder before us lie verdant valleys Endless stretch of wood and grassland, Amid which countless streams run, Sparkling in the sweet morning air! In cultivated fields, women and men, daily Rejoice in the dignity of their labours, Children hop and play around every homestead, With unfeigned delight and innocence. Herds of lumbering cattle graze across lush plains And what a delight to the eye to behold Every flower and blade of grass with pleasure, Enjoy the very air they draw! My heart leaps at the sight of the meadows! The warmth of the breeze heals, The fragrance of budding flowers stirs, The blended notes of birds and insects, Refreshes and cheers my drooping soul, I am enthused by the very mud I trod And the sight of fields in bloom Sends the blood to warm my cheeks. When in sweet contemplati...