July 1 to 14

Sun, Tree and Crow

There, on a branch, he stands alone,

And, dangling from his knotted claws,

His prize – a little, trembling eye!

Shall we exult at last,

To see this power – that once was Earth’s-

No longer held by any sky?

The power that once was Heaven’s is changed,

It comes to Earth, it comes to Earth-

What mercy shall we show!

Our leaves, our common leaves have caught

The Sun’s great eye, all shrunk and small-

And gives it to that old, black crow!