Light

Eased eyes open, showed leaves.

Eyes laughing and childish

Ran among flowers of leaves

And looked at light's bridge

Which led from leaf, upward, and back down to leaf.

Eyes uncertain

Tested each semblance

Light seemed to smile.

Eyes ran to the limit

To the last leaf

To the last vein of the least flower-leaf.

Light smiled,

And smiled and smiled

Eyes

Darkened

Afraid suddenly

That this was all there was to it.

Perhaps, Hughes was thinking of Plath a he wrote this.