IN CAMP
Reading edition
I
AS down I bent with eager lips Above the stones and cresses cool— The yellow tent, the little moon, I found within my twilight pool. The fringing trees, the floating moon, The bubble tent—I passed them by, And sipped a tiny, shattered star, Deep drinking from that mirrored sky.
II
MY tent is shadowed day and night With leaves that shift in moon and sun; Across its walls of lucent white The lovely varied tracings run; And black and slender, quickly sped, I watch the little feet at dawn— A sudden oriole overhead, A darting linnet come and gone.