SUBLIMINAL

I SHOULD like to be very lonely indeed— Much lonelier than I am; With humbleness, like the humbleness of a weed, And simplicity like the sun, and no other need But to hold me free of pose and pretence and sham. And then I should like to think such silent things, As only the flowers think; I should want the whole world to be greenly a wall of shine, And I, leaning over, swimming in dreams of mine, As a flower floats over a brink. I should like to be very lonely indeed— So the world would draw around me, Like a green cave flower lit, echo and shadow keyed, With a door that to naught but a path of clouds would lead, Or the bed in a blossoming tree. And then I would pipe my thoughts so shyly out, And watch them dance, dryad dressed; I would talk to a bit of moss or an acorn sprout; I should drink all the stars and follow the darkness out, And bathe in the Sea of the West!