The Cow

Cow, Cow,
I and thou
Are looking at each other's eyes :
You are lying on the grass
Eating every time I pass,
And you do not seem to be
Ever in perplexity :
You are good I'm sure, and not
Fit for nothing but the pot :
For your bearing is so kind,
And your quietness so wise :
Cow, Cow,
I and thou
Are looking at each other's eyes.

From 1913 - Five New Poems