A sky of afternoon, singing a heavenly tune, like Her...
The sky of this afternoon
Sings song, a tune
As if She has Been to this place-
With Her most moist blessed dew...
She the Sky
The Blue Flight
Still a sublime grey,
But blue and pink and white within draped,
Becomes so cool
By rainy pool,
As if calm sleepy
She hath made her drool,
As drools her little kid-
Sleeping child on the street...
And the street so breezy wet
She maketh that for dreams straight
Dreams hath She laden quiet
On the child sleeping right...
And those trees so monsoony
Carry tunes the same balmy
As if Peace hath made a descent
On space small filled by Her essence...