And bathe with open fingers where
The waves of warmth and freshness pulsed the air.
The hum of bees but underrode
The whistling wings outspread
Of wild geese, flying through the sky,
As Southwardly they sped—
While embered pale, in drowsy grates,
The fires slept lightly, as when life abates.
And people, marveling, out of doors,
Watched in sweet amaze