I never knew the earth had so much gold — The fields run over with it, and this hill, Hoary and old, Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.
Such golden fires, such yellow — lo, how good This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God — This fringe of wood, Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod.
You too, beloved, are changed. Again I see Your face grow mystical, as on that night You turned to me, And all the trembling world — and you — were white.
Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb; The fields absorb you, color you entire … And you become A goddess standing in a world of fire!