And lo! a wondrous world of gray
And silver mist before me lay.
The white dews wet my small bare feet,
As I ran thro’ the meadows, sweet
With clover nodding all about,
And sleepy hum-bees creeping out.
And then a strange thing came to pass;
The Sun was sleeping in the grass;
He must have wakened when I came,
For all at once a rosy flame