She looks out in the blue morning 
and sees a whole wonderful world 
she looks out in the morning 
and sees a whole world 

she leans out of the window 
and this is what she sees 
a wet rose singing to the sun 
with a chorus of red bees 

she leans out of the window 
and laughs for the window is high 
she is in it like a bird on a perch 
and they scoop the blue sky 

she and the window scooping 
the morning as if it were air 
scooping a green wave of leaves 
above a stone stair 

and an urn hung with leaden garlands 
and girls holding hands in a ring 
and raindrops on an iron railing 
shining like a harp string 

an old man draws with his ferrule 
in wet sand a map of Spain 
the marble soldier on his pedestal 
draws a stiff diagram of pain 

but the walls around her tremble 
with the speed of the earth the floor 
curves to the terrestrial center 
and behind her the door 

opens darkly down to the beginning 
far down to the first simple cry 
and the animal waking in water 
and the opening of the eye 

she looks out in the blue morning 
and sees a whole wonderful world 
she looks out in the morning 
and sees a whole world.