• Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
    ...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
    ...Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
    'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
    All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
    ...Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
    ...Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
    'Tis visible...