| As Green as the Sky 'Twas late one chilly evening Whilst I was humbly kneeling And praying to the Lord, When came over me a feeling-- A feeling that was stealing All my prayers from the Lord. Then, quietly, I left With movement that was deft And proceeded to the wood. The trees beheld a cleft; So dark and gaping was the cleft That I wondered if I should. I parted there with thus Through the trees and through the brush; And the night mist fell upon me. Wistfully, went I, through the brush. Knew not why, but in a rush, A stumble came upon me. I fell upon my hands and knees; I arose to view, to see The shiny, tiny object just beyond. The green reflection through the trees Of the moon on the seas-- 'Twas the moon in the pond. Longing for the moonlit sky, Wanting something much too high, When startled, I, by a vision. In her glowing robe she seemed to fly With eyes that were as green as the sky. Never seen, I, such a vision. A rock, my head lies upon By this little forest pond; I dream about my fairy. On its banks I sing a song, Never knowing just how long I stay dreaming on the prairie. On a hill so cool and shady, Dreaming of a lovely lady With eyes as green as the sky. |