While joy gave clouds the light of stars,
That beamed where'er they looked;
And calves and lambs had tottering knees,
Excited,while they sucked;
While every bird enjoyed his song,
Without one thought of harm or wrong-
I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,
Into the a dark and lonely wood.
W.H.Davies
Pic: W.H.Davies photographed by Alvin Landon Coburn
