(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers
All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.
...on forever's very now we stand.
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.