Pastorale
IRAN into the garden, for the breezeWas clean and keen and warming to the skinLike some Peruvian pepper soaked in ginIt forced me to contract into a sneeze.I ran into the garden, for the skyWas like a freshly-tinted muslin gownWhich makes the choir-boys gape, the parson frown,His daughters, envying, look on and sigh.I ran into the garden, for the sunSummoned the daisies in their new-washed frills,Summoned the cowslips and the daffodilsTo gay Spring’s festival, each one by one.I watched the blossoms with the dew in pearls,The Spring puffed flippancies into my mindAnd thoughts too abstract to have been definedBy any but the chaffinch twittering.
IRAN into the garden, for the breezeWas clean and keen and warming to the skinLike some Peruvian pepper soaked in ginIt forced me to contract into a sneeze.I ran into the garden, for the skyWas like a freshly-tinted muslin gownWhich makes the choir-boys gape, the parson frown,His daughters, envying, look on and sigh.I ran into the garden, for the sunSummoned the daisies in their new-washed frills,Summoned the cowslips and the daffodilsTo gay Spring’s festival, each one by one.I watched the blossoms with the dew in pearls,The Spring puffed flippancies into my mindAnd thoughts too abstract to have been definedBy any but the chaffinch twittering.
IRAN into the garden, for the breezeWas clean and keen and warming to the skinLike some Peruvian pepper soaked in ginIt forced me to contract into a sneeze.
IRAN into the garden, for the breeze
Was clean and keen and warming to the skin
Like some Peruvian pepper soaked in gin
It forced me to contract into a sneeze.
I ran into the garden, for the skyWas like a freshly-tinted muslin gownWhich makes the choir-boys gape, the parson frown,His daughters, envying, look on and sigh.
I ran into the garden, for the sky
Was like a freshly-tinted muslin gown
Which makes the choir-boys gape, the parson frown,
His daughters, envying, look on and sigh.
I ran into the garden, for the sunSummoned the daisies in their new-washed frills,Summoned the cowslips and the daffodilsTo gay Spring’s festival, each one by one.
I ran into the garden, for the sun
Summoned the daisies in their new-washed frills,
Summoned the cowslips and the daffodils
To gay Spring’s festival, each one by one.
I watched the blossoms with the dew in pearls,The Spring puffed flippancies into my mindAnd thoughts too abstract to have been definedBy any but the chaffinch twittering.
I watched the blossoms with the dew in pearls,
The Spring puffed flippancies into my mind
And thoughts too abstract to have been defined
By any but the chaffinch twittering.