Somehow this world is wonderful at times, As it has been from early morn in May; Since first I heard the cock-a-doodle-do -- Timekeeper on green farms -- at break of day. Soon after that I heard ten thousand birds, Which made me think an angel brought a bin Of golden grain, and none was scattered yet -- To rouse those birds to make that merry din. I could not sleep again, for such wild cries, And went out early into their green world; And then I saw what set their little tongues To scream for joy -- they saw the East in gold. |