The East in Gold

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.