Is it such a little thing To find a wind-flower Twinkling in the wild-wood Hour after hour, Dancing to the wind's pipe With a happy nod? Is is such a little thing? I think it is God. Is it such a little thing To find the young moon Flitting through the tree boughs In her silver shoon, Seeking for the wind-flower There along the sod? Is it such a little thing? I think it is God. Is it such a little thing To find in your face Something of the wind-flower And young moon's grace? Something of the wild-wood, Ever faery-trod? Is it such a little thing? I think it is God. |