Chapter IX

My pleasant work by open windows wide,
With shadow of green leafage from out-side
And path of the sun's light
Across my paper white,
Maintains a gentle violence,
A sense
Of silence in our kindly, pensive house.

Vividly the flowers lean,
And glowing fruits among the boughs are seen,
Birds on boughs and birds upon the wing
Chant and sing
In order that my verse may ring
Clear and new, pure and trues
As song of birds,
And gold of fruits and petals blossoming.

Down in the garden there I see you pass,
Over the sunny and the shady grass;
But you do not look at me,
Lest you trouble my tranquillity,
As here with jealous heart I fashion
Poems of a frank and tender passion.