I shall walk on blue summer evenings through murmuring fields,

and tread the short grass and feel the prickle of wheat,

and lost in a dream feel the wind as it bathes my bare head,

and feel a coolness like water lap at my feet.

And I shall be silent and think of nothing at all

but infinite love will mount in my soul like a sea,

and I like a gypsy shall wander into the blue—

happy as if a woman were there with me.