She will come and be beside him as quiet as a stone.
LITTLE THINGS
There’s nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay
About the rush of faces in the town by day;
But a light tan cow in a pale green mead,
That is very beautiful, beautiful indeed ...
And the soft March wind and the low March mist
Are better than kisses in a dark street kissed ...
The fragrance of the forest when it wakes at dawn,
The fragrance of a trim green village lawn,