A Small Score, Delmore Schwartz

smallscore.txt

Meek, sang the crickets, wheat, meet, creek,
And the birds sang tutti, all of them:
   "Bubble, little,
    Whistle, pretty,
    Trickle, whittle,
    Lipping and dripping
    Sipping the well
    Where the fawn dipped
    Before dawn descended
    And darkness surrendered
    To the rising of the sovereign splendor,
    The great bell and ball
    Of supreme abundance and blazing radiance."
Thus, thus, the little birds sang in charming disorder and full chorus
To greet gravely, sweetly and most meetly
The blaze of majesty soaring in great oars,
And their twinkling and carolling grew more and more
    sure as they saw the great roar of awe
       arising surely all over the great blue
         bay above them.