darkling i listen + for many a time / i have been half in love with easeful lethe
call'd her soft names, in many a'mused rhyme to take / into the air my quiet breath i cannot see
what flowers are at my feet nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs but in darkness
guess each sweet / wherewith the seasonable month endows the violets that they may bind
the moss in leafy nests + awake full blown for the morning take