How thick the grass,
How green the shade —
All for love
And lovers made.
Wood-lilies white
As hidden lace —
Open your bodice,
That's their place.
See how the sun-god
Overpowers
The summer lying
Deep in flowers;
With burning kisses
Of bright gold
Fills her young womb
With joy untold;
And all the world
Is lad and lass,
A blue sky
And a couch of grass.