 | The Lay of the Stork |  |
“Upon the soft, dry turf to lie
Gazing upon the shining sky
That gleams, a starry space between,
Through flickering leaves of tender green:
And, almost with a lover's look,
To watch the fairy things that nod
And quiver in this silent nook,
Spangling the elastic velvet sod.
Gazing upon the shining sky
That gleams, a starry space between,
Through flickering leaves of tender green:
And, almost with a lover's look,
To watch the fairy things that nod
And quiver in this silent nook,
Spangling the elastic velvet sod.
| The Lay of the Stork | |