I looked from my window:
I heard a whisper without from the rippling poplar,
I heard the wash of the river, its waves are never still;
I looked, and over the water the flag,
Alive as the river, alive as the rippling poplar,
Rippled too in the wind.
The sun was upon it.
It had the beauty of flowers.
O flag, though you were not my own, I know I should love you:
I love all flowers, all flags: