by John Keats (1795 - 1821)

The sun, with his great eye
Language: English 
The sun, with his great eye, 
Sees not so much as I ; 
And the moon, all silver, proud, 
Might as well be in a cloud. 

And the spring -- the spring ! 
I lead the life of a king ! 
Couch'd in the teeming grass, 
I spy each pretty lass. 

I look where no one dares, 
And I stare where no one stares, 
And when the night is nigh, 
Lambs bleat my lullaby. 

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This text was added to the website: 2009-02-15
Line count: 12
Word count: 73