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. 
