And the sky draws back till the white clouds ride
Like soft white gardens in the air.
And a butterfly flutters like an endless note
Over the lake’s thin brink,
And the sand takes off its heavy brown coat
And the cloud apes vanish and sink.
The gay water dawns and the grasshopper pipes
And the lake glides in anew,
Dressed in greens and in awning stripes,
And little birds leap toward the blue.