Early worm moors on a leaf
As silver dewdrop, hanging steers
Ridged veins; stem tall and stiff.
Lazy, others call, and veer, through
Yellow mosaics, sunlit brief:
What yawning dawn awaits for it!
One pinkish worm, yet ready, will
Rest its head on buttered bread:
Music from a greening leaf.
Dew-mosaic twinkles golden,
Jingles in the waking dawn.
Singing birds choir for them:
The early worm catches the sun.
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