LXXXIII

In the quiet garden world,

Gold sunlight and shadow leaves

Flicker on the wall.

And the wind, a moment since,

With rose-petals strewed the path

And the open door.

Now the moon-white butterflies

Float across the liquid air,

Glad as in a dream;

And, across thy lover's heart,

Visions of one scarlet mouth

With its maddening smile.