Doves of the fir-wood walling high our red roof。，Faults she had once as she learnt to run and tumbled:
Earth in her heart laughs looking at the heavens,。，Could I find a place to be alone with heaven,
That had thee here obscure.。，Swift as the swallow along the river's light
Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughter。，
Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers.。，He drew the Master of harmonies, voiced or stilled,
I would speak my heart out: heaven is my need.。，Ease because the creature was all too fair.
The day is never darkened。，Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless;
Our Lady of Gifts prized he less。，Feel what sea within thee shames
Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour,。，
Cows flap a slow tail knee-deep in the river,。，With love exceeding a simple love of the things
。，Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,
Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked,。，Turns grave eyes craving light, released from dreams,
Black the driving raincloud breasts the iron gate-way:。，Whirled before the crocus, the year's new gold.
Full of milk, and tilted for each in turn the beak.。，And dull the full breast of it blinked,
Ay, but shows the South-west a ripple-feathered bosom。，Many swarms of wild bees descended on our fields:
，Maiden still the morn is; and strange she is, and secret;。，Lost Skiegencia's caress