A silence slipping around like death,
Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh,
a breath; One group of trees, lean,
naked and cold,
...
Toss your gay heads,
Brown girl trees;
Toss your gay lovely heads;
Shake your brown slim bodies;
...
The sky was blue, so blue,
that day, And each daisy white, so white;
Oh! I knew that no more could
...
When the green lies over the earth, my dear,
A mantle of witching grace,
When the smile and the tear of the young child year
Dimple across its face,
...
I have just seen a beautiful thing
Slim and still,
Against a gold, gold sky,
...