Now, you two eyes, that have all night been sleeping, Come into the meadows, where the lambs are leaping; See how they start at every swallow's shadow That darts across their faces and their meadow. See how the blades spring upright, when the Sun Takes off the weight of raindrops, one by one. See how a shower, that freshened leaves of grass, Can make that bird's voice fresher than it was. See how the squirrels lash the quiet trees Into a tempest, where there is no breeze! Now, you two eyes, that have all night been sleeping, Come into the meadows, where the lambs are leaping. |