Lowry, Malcolm: Happiness

Blue mountains with snow and blue cold rough water,

A wild sky full of stars at rising

And Venus and the gibbous moon at sunrise,

Gulls following a motorboat against the wind,

Trees with branches rooted in air –

Sitting in the sun at noon with the furiously

Smoking shadow of the shack chimney –

Eagles drive downwind in one,

Terns blow backward,

A new kind of tobacco at eleven,

And my love returning on the four o'clock bus –

My God, why have you given this to us?