On a cowslip's bank I sit,
With daisies my board I deck
Mosses beneath my feet.
In the buttercups drink I seek:
Marigolds give me light.
On cornmint I recline:
I cook my meat on the marguerite,
And flavour it with dandelion.
Crake, Crake, Crake,
Silent falls the dew,
Insect, fly and grasses
Disappear from view.
The orbed blaze is gone
Away from my wistful sight,
And a rising fog shall soon shut off
The last faint gleam of light.
II
The blackbird pipes no more,
The robin but rarely sings;
The linnet the whole day long
Food to her young brood brings.