136 NATURAL HISTORY OF THE FARM 



THE EXPOSITION 



She and I went to it, the Big Fair. 



We were the whole Attendance. 



It was all under one roof which was called The 



Sky. 

 Every day this was rehued by invisible brushes, 



gloriously, 



And at night all lit by countless lights, star- 

 shaped, 

 And arranged curiously in the form of Dippers 



and things. 

 It must have cost a fortune in some kind of rare 



coin 



To do it that way. 



By day the place was vast and very beautiful. 

 The far edge of it, all around, was called the 



Horizon. 



Each morning, out of the East, 

 A huge golden disk came 

 And swung itself slowly up along the arch of the 



sky-roof 

 And settled to the Westward, leaving numerous 



glories behind. 

 There was a water-place there, a Lake, with an 



Inlet and an Outlet. 

 It was not little and brown like those you see in 



Madison Square Garden, 

 But big and blue and clean. 

 We splashed ourselves in it and laughed, like 



children. 



The Lake had trout in it; 

 I saw them leap when the water was still 

 And the golden disk was falling. 



Richard Wightman. 



