VII
InSpring，SantaBarbaraIhavebeenhappytwoweekstogether，Myloveiscominghometome，GoldandsilveristheweatherAndsmoothaslapisisthesea。
TheearthhasturneditsbrowntogreenAfterthreenightsofhummingrain，AndinthevalleyspeckandpreenLinnetswithascarletstain。
HighinthemountainsallaloneThewildswanswhistleonthelakes，ButIhavebeenasstillasstone，Myheartsingsonlywhenitbreaks。
WhiteFogHeaven—invadinghillsaredrownedInwidemovingwavesofmist，PhloxbeforemydoorarewoundIndrippingwreathsofamethyst。