THE FLOWER’S WAY

I have stood long in the night Under a star; I have stood still with shadowy head And arrowy leaves outspread Under its trembling light Where green things are. I have crept close to the grass Where the beetles dart, And the humming-bird and the dragon-fly Were visions in the sky, And the mendicant bees that pass Rifled my heart. I have lain long in the day Under the sun, With my burning face in the arms of the wind, And my petals unconfin’d And my virginal robes a-sway— Thus joy is won!