Field-Mouse

Little brown field-mouse

Hiding when the plough goes by,

Timid creature that you are,

Wild thing,

Were you once in the forest? -

Did you move to the fields?

In your brown cloak

You gather grain

For your secret meals;

You will build a house of earth

The way you remember.

From a baby up to your full-grown feeling

You have run about the field,

As other field-mice will run about

When another century has come

Like a cloud.

"I WONDERED AND WONDERED"

I wondered and wondered . . .

I saw a comrade of mine;

It was a wave smooth and blue

That tossed . . . fell away.

I wondered and wondered . . .

I saw a mountain white with old age:

I could not remember

How I came there.