VISION

You who flutter and quiver

An instant

Just beyond my apprehension;

Lady,

I will find the white orchid for you,

If you will but give me

One smile between those wayward drifts of hair.

I will break the wild berries that loop themselves over the marsh-pool,

For your sake,

And the long green canes that swish against each other,

I will break, to set in your hands.

For there is no wonder like to you,

You who flutter and quiver

An instant

Just beyond my apprehension.