Spring Morning
A. A. Milne
1882 to 1956
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Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow—
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
Up on the hill where the pine trees blow—
"That's where I wanted to go to-day!"
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
"We do have beautiful things to do."
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
"Doesn't the sky look green to-day?"
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow—