A PASTORAL.
Reading edition
The sun was shining calm and bright, The meadow grass was deep; The daisies and the buttercups Were nodding, half-asleep. And overhead the sparrows sat And crooned upon the bough, And all the world was sleepy then, When Johnny drove the cow. The sun was like a flaming beast, The field was like the sea; The grass like angry snakes did hiss And wriggle at his knee. The sparrows turned to goblin imps That yelled, and fluttered on, As through a world, gone raving mad, The cow was driving John!
