Poems about joy

The Fountain Is So Happy by Annette Wynne

The fountain is so happy.
The fountain is so glad,
You cannot make it sorry
You cannot make it sad.

It loves the sunshine and the air,
It loves to spring and dart,
But all the fountain's joyousness
Begins inside its heart.

It bubbles up with happiness,
It sparkles all day through,
It bubbles and flows over
And shares its joy with you.

Morning by Mary Bartol

Above the hills a saffron glow—
The heavenly azure deepens higher—
While through dark pines, gleams long and low
A floating lake of fire!

Within the grove fresh winds awake,
A little gush of song is heard,
And every plumy leaf of brake
By breezy sighs is stirred.

One moment's chant—a hush profound—
Soft songs and ferny dances cease;
To silence dies the murmuring sound,
And motion glides to peace.

The dawn has come with ecstasy,
And I, a part of her and clay,
Breathe in the joy she giveth me,
And put my care away.

The Rainbow by John Keble

A fragment of a rainbow bright
Through the moist air I see,
All dark and damp on yonder height,
All bright and clear to me.

An hour ago the storm was here,
The gleam was far behind;
So will our joys and grief appear,
When earth has ceased to blind.

Grief will be joy if on its edge
Fall soft that holiest ray,
Joy will be grief if no faint pledge
Be there of heavenly day.

Why I Smile by Kate Slaughter McKinney

I smile because the world is fair;
Because the sky is blue.
Because I find, no matter where
I go, a friend that’s true.

I smile because the earth is green,
The sun so near and bright,
Because the days that o’er us lean
Are full of warmth and light.

I smile as past the yards I go,
Though strange and new the place,
The violets seem my step to know,
And look up in my face.

I smile to hear the robin’s note.
He comes so newly dressed,
A love song throbbing in his throat,
A rose pinned on his breast.

And so the truth I’ll not disown,
Because the spring is nigh;
My heart has somewhat better grown,
And I forget to sigh.

Lost Joy by Emily Dickinson

I had a daily bliss
I half indifferent viewed,
Till sudden I perceived it stir, —
It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag,
It wasted from my sight,
Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,
I learned its sweetness right.