To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me—
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.
It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown—
But it’s no use now to think of turning back,
The rest of the way will be only going down.
WATER LILIES[[50]]
If you have forgotten water-lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,