A leopard no more secret
Is than she who goes
By night alone, observing
Moon-foam upon the rose;

A doe is not more gentle
Than she who palely treads
Through peonies’ white clusters,
Brushing small rabbit-heads;

Her steps are light as dew drops
Among imagined sheep,
Timid that she may startle
A herd of rocks from sleep;

She tarries for a moment
Beside a sky-deep pond
To watch a floating turtle;
Enchanted, moves beyond

To greet a glittering forest,
A tall and starry town
That calls to her supple body,
“Come down! Come down!”