I have stood long in the night

Under a star;

I have stood still with shadowy head

And arrowy leaves outspread

Under its trembling light

Where green things are.

I have crept close to the grass

Where the beetles dart,

And the humming-bird and the dragon-fly

Were visions in the sky,

And the mendicant bees that pass

Rifled my heart.

I have lain long in the day

Under the sun,

With my burning face in the arms of the wind,

And my petals unconfin’d

And my virginal robes a-sway—

Thus joy is won!