Seven Times One. Exultation.

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover,     There's no rain left in heaven:     I've said my "seven times" over and over,     Seven times one are seven.     I am old, so old, I can write a letter;     My birthday lessons are done;     The lambs play always, they know no better;     They are only one times one.     O moon! in the night I have seen you sailing     And shining so round and low;     You were bright! ah bright! but your light is failing -     You are nothing now but a bow.     You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven     That God has hidden your face?     I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven,     And shine again in your place.     O velvet bee, you're a dusty fellow,     You've powdered your legs with gold!     O brave marsh marybuds, rich and yellow,     Give me your money to hold!     O columbine, open your folded wrapper,     Where two twin turtle-doves dwell!     O cuckoo pint, toll me the purple clapper     That hangs in your clear green bell!     And show me your nest with the young ones in it;     I will not steal them away;     I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet -     I am seven times one to-day.