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