Ii

And under glimpses of the cloud-white sky My soul and I Beheld her seated, Spring among the woods With bright attendants, Two radiant maidens, The Wind and Sun: one robed in cadence, And one in white resplendence, Working wild wonders with the solitudes. And thus it was, So it seemed to me, Where she sat apart Fondling a bee, By some strange art, As in a glass, Down in her heart My eyes could see What would come to pass:-- How in each tree, Each blade of grass,-- Dead though it seemed,-- Still lived and dreamed Life and perfume, Color and bloom, Housed from the North Like golden mirth, That she with jubilation would bring forth, Astonishing Earth.