I CANNOT envy leaves their green,
Nor daffodils their gold;
I can forgive the slender grass
Its motion manifold.
The glowing roses still may keep
That deep, desired red,
And slow, upon the garden path,
Their fragrant petals shed.
The bluebird from my apple tree
May vaunt her radiant flight;
I cannot envy those who share
This tranquil summer light.