One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides br The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies br On water; it glides br So from the walker, it turns br Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you br Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. br br The beautiful changes as a forest is changed br By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it; br As a mantis, arranged br On a green leaf, grows br Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves br Any greenness is greener than anyone knows. br br Your hands hold roses always in a way that says br They are not only yours; the beautiful changes br In such kind ways, br Wishing ever to sunder br Things and Thing's selves for a second finding, to lose br For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.