> Clouds show amusing things to thee:
An ice-cream cone, a pair of dumplings,
While river sways its vernal ducklings
To your delight, and mine, to see.
Look, at your feet a buzzing bee
Courts leaves of grass and first wild flowers,
Don't move, don't spoil its joyful hours
When spring's first warmth has set it free.
But through your glasses smile at me,
Combine the sun's reflected glimmer
With something that will not go dimmer
But will with kindness glow and shimmer,
After the sun has set on thee.