While joy gave clouds the light of stars, <br />That beamed wher'er they looked; <br />And calves and lambs had tottering knees, <br />Excited, while they sucked; <br />While every bird enjoyed his song, <br />Without one thought of harm or wrong-- <br />I turned my head and saw the wind, <br />Not far from where I stood, <br />Dragging the corn by her golden hair, <br />Into a dark and lonely wood.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-villain/
