When I came forth this morn I saw <br />Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; <br />And then I saw a flock of sheep, <br />Which told me how these clouds came there. <br /> <br />That flock of sheep, on that green grass, <br />Well might it lie so still and proud! <br />Its likeness had been drawn in heaven, <br />On a blue sky, in silvery cloud. <br /> <br />I gazed me up, I gazed me down, <br />And swore, though good the likeness was, <br />'Twas a long way from justice done <br />To such white wool, such sparkling grass.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-likeness/
