A PASTORAL.
The sun was shining calm and bright,
The meadow grass was deep;
The daisies and the buttercups
And overhead the sparrows sat
And crooned upon the bough,
And all the world was sleepy then,
When Johnny drove the cow.
The sun was like a flaming beast,
The field was like the sea;
The grass like angry snakes did hiss
And wriggle at his knee.
The sparrows turned to goblin imps
That yelled, and fluttered on,
As through a world, gone raving mad,
The cow was driving John!
