I love the gentle breeze that sways The branches overhead; I love to stroll in woodland ways Ere summer days have fied; I loe to sit beside the strearn That sings down to the sea And hcar the sauey catbírd scrcam Analhemas at me. I love the blue up in the sky, The flock upon the bilt; 1 love the billowy field of rye Behind the silent hill; I love the distant bell that sends lts message on the air; The birds and beasts I hail as friends, And all the world is fair. I love a little maiden who Looks at me roguishly; The books that I have gathered, too. Are very dear to me. I love the enrth, the sea, the sky, The glad wind from the west ; I love the brooklet singing by, But I love to loaf the best.