LXXXIII
In the quiet garden world,
Gold sunlight and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
And the wind, a moment since,
With rose-petals strewed the path
And the open door.
Now the moon-white butterflies
Float across the liquid air,
Glad as in a dream;
And, across thy lover’s heart,
Visions of one scarlet mouth
With its maddening smile.