Afternoon

<SPAN name="IX"></SPAN>IX<br/> <br/> <br/> My pleasant work by open windows wide,<br/> With shadow of green leafage from out-side<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And path of the sun's light</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Across my paper white,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Maintains a gentle violence,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">A sense</span><br/> Of silence in our kindly, pensive house.<br/> <br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Vividly the flowers lean,</span><br/> And glowing fruits among the boughs are seen,<br/> Birds on boughs and birds upon the wing<br/> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Chant and sing</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In order that my verse may ring</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clear and new, pure and trues</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">As song of birds,</span><br/> And gold of fruits and petals blossoming.<br/> <br/> Down in the garden there I see you pass,<br/> Over the sunny and the shady grass;<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">But you do not look at me,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lest you trouble my tranquillity,</span><br/> As here with jealous heart I fashion<br/> Poems of a frank and tender passion.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />