Sparkling.

The brook is his only friend
When he travels . . .
Silverhorn, Silverhorn!

SPARKLING DROP OF WATER

The sun shone,

All was still.
The sun made one sparkle in one drop
Before it fell
Down into the mossy green
That was the grass.
It lay there silent
A long time.
The sun went, the moon came,
Again one sparkle in the grass!
Day then night, sun then moon,
Year in, year out,
So it went on with its life
For several years
Until at last it was never heard of
Any more.

HAY-COCK

This is another kind of sweetness
Shaped like a bee-hive: