From My Diary, July 1914

Leaves

            Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees.

Lives

            Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees.

Birds

            Cheerily chirping in the early day.

Bards

            Singing of summer, scything thro' the hay.

Bees

            Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.

Boys

            Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.

Flashes

            Of swimmers carving thro' the sparkling cold.

Fleshes

            Gleaming with wetness to the morning gold.

A mead

            Bordered about with warbling water brooks.

A maid

            Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.

The heat

            Throbbing between the upland and the peak.

Her heart

            Quivering with passion to my pressed cheek.

Braiding

            Of floating flames across the mountain brow.

Brooding

            Of stillness; and a sighing of the bough.

Stirs

            Of leaflets in the gloom; soft petal-showers;

Stars

            Expanding with the starr'd nocturnal flowers.