Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, The finger points look through like rosy blooms; Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘neath billowing skies that scatter and amass All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, are golden kingcup fields with silver edge, Where the cow parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge, Tis visible silence, still as the hourglass Deep in the sun search’d growths the dragonfly hangs like a blue thread loosen’d from the sky: So this wing’d hour is dropt to us from above Oh! Clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, this close companion’d inarticulate hour, When two‐fold silence was the song, The song of love