Somehow this world is wonderful at times,
As it has been from early morn in May;
Since I first 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.