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.