I am too much alive to sing.
I want to shout and leap and fling
My laughing arms into the air
And dance on tip-toe everywhere.
With not a thought and not a dream,
I want to skip beside a stream
In Arcady, in Arcady,
And woo the wood-gods all to me.
I want to feel them chase me down
Among the grasses green and brown,
With many a mad and merry cry
Of Youth and Gladness ringing high,
Till reeling frolic, drunk with mirth,
Sinks to exhaustion on the earth.
In Arcady, in Arcady!
Tra-la-la-la, who catches me?
First published in The Bulletin, 7 February 1918;
and later in
The Lilt of Life by Zora Cross, 1918.
