When first my casement is wide open thrown At dawn, my eyes delighted on it rest: Sometimes, and most in winter, on its – crest A grey baboon sits statue-like alone Watching the sunrise; while on lower boughs His puny offspring leap about and play; And far and near Kokilas hail the day; And to their pastures wend our sleepy cows; And in the shadow, on the broad tent cast By that hoary tree, so beautiful and vast, The water-lilies spring, like snow enmassed.