A Thought In Two Moods

I SAW it—pink and white—revealed Upon the white and green; The white and green was a daisied field, The pink and white Ethleen.

And as I looked it seemed in kind That difference they had none; The two fair bodiments combined As varied miens of one.

A sense that, in some mouldering year, As one they both would lie, Made me move quickly on to her To pass the pale thought by.

She laughed and said: “Out there, to me, You looked so weather-browned, And brown in clothes, you seemed to be Made of the dusty ground!”