So many walks I wandered the latitudes today A faintly sun veiled in cloudiness to guide Vicissitudes are in wait behind stone and floral permanence These winds are summer's thoughts
So it is nature that sweeps her amiable broom here That vindicated winter sleepless alone in November A robin smiles in her vision a tempestuous storm Nature knows not the act of injustice
It is so easy to lie down in fields of harmony A gesticulated goodbye to a countenance above Interwoven night, a pry of gentle loving hands off shoulders To lay down, this a summer filed, a genial sleep approaches
