Classic Poem

Mooning in the moonlight
I met a mottled pig
Grubbing mast and acorn
On the Gallows Rigg.

Tell, O tell me truly,
While I wander blind,
Do your peepy pig's eyes
Really see the wind—

See the great wind flowing
Darkling and agleam
Through the fields of heaven
In a crystal stream?

Do the singing eddies
Break on bough and twig
Into silvery sparkles
In your eyes, O pig?

Do celestial surges
Sweep across the night
Like a sea of glory
In your blessed sight?

Tell, oh tell me truly!
But the mottled pig,
Grubbing mast and acorns,
Didn't care a fig.