The East in Gold

sSomehow this world is wonderful at times,

As it has been from early morn in May;

Since first I heard the cock-a-doodle-do,

Time keeper 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.