Language Through Nature 



Then he flew to the mountain and powdered its 



crest, 



He lit on the trees and their boughs he dressed 

 In diamond beads, and over the breast 



Of the quivering lake he spread 

 A coat of mail that need not fear 

 The downward point of many a spear 

 That he hung on its margin far and near, 



Where a rock could rear its head. 



He went to the window of those who slept, 

 And over each pane like a fairy crept. 

 Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped, 



By the light of the moon were seen 

 Most beautiful things; there were flowers and 



trees; 



There were bevies of birds, and swarms of bees, 

 There were cities and temples, and towers and 

 these 



All pictured in silver sheen. 



But he did one thing that was hardly fair. 

 He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there 

 That all had forgotten for him to prepare, 

 "Now just to set them thinking- 



