Wild loveliness. In heaven two or three
Small stars awaken and gaze shyly down....
White and alluring runs the dusty road
Into the country, and with yellow eyes
A hastening car comes purring with its load:
Like some great owl it hoots, and then it flies
Past, and is swallowed up in dusk. And, singing,
A country girl with basket homeward wends
—Sweet as the dusty roses that are clinging
Around the cottage where her journey ends.