Destroyers and Other Verses/About an Upland Meadow

He…

About an upland meadow

A vagrant cuckoo cried;

From far below came stealing

The whisper of the tide;

And my words had died away,

I watched you as you lay

With your hands among the cowslips

In the idle month of May.

Low down upon the housetops

A dusky orange moon

Glows at the heart of Midnight

Through the purple haze of June.

As my dreams go sailing by,

I kiss you as you lie

With your hands among the cowslips,

And I hear the cuckoo cry.