Out on the lawn I lie in bed

Out on the lawn I lie in bed,

Vega conspicuous overhead

In the windless nights of June;

Forest of green have done complete

The day's activity; my feet

Point to the rising moon.

Lucky, this point in time and space

Is chosen as my working place;

Where the sexy air of summer,

The bathing hours and the bare arms,

The leisured drives through a land of farms,

Are good to the newcomer.

Equal with colleagues in a ring

I sit on each calm evening,

Enchanted as the flowers

The opening light draws out of hiding

From leaves with all its dove-like pleading

Its logic and its powers.