A GREEN CORNFIELD

A GREEN CORNFIELD

The earth was green, the sky was blue:

     I saw and heard one sunny morn

A skylark hang between the two,

     A singing speck above the corn;

A stage below, in gay accord,

     White butterflies danced on the wing,

And still the singing skylark soared,

     And silent sank and soared to sing.

The cornfield stretched a tender green

     To right and left beside my walks;

I knew he had a nest unseen

     Somewhere among the million stalks.

And as I paused to hear his song

     While swift the sunny moments slid,

Perhaps his mate sat listening long,

     And listened longer than I did.