TRENCH VISION
Reading edition
A GREAT bee pottered round the room And gossipped like a child to itself, Investigating bloom by bloom The lilac on the window-shelf. Outside among the garden beds The wind went like a laughing boy, And caught the poppies by the heads, And chased the honey-bees for joy. The slanting patch of sunlight crept Along the floor, across the wall, And I was there and laughed and wept, And laughed again to see it all.