.As water is broken.

.by the falling of a leaf..

.Then you come,.

.And you are quiet.

.like the garden..

.The garden is very still..

.It is dazed with moonlight..

.Contented with perfume..

.Firefly lights open and vanish..

.Then you come,.

.And you are quiet like the garden..

.Ah, Beloved, do you see those orange lilies?.

.They knew my mother,.

.But who belonging to me will they know.

.When I am gone..

.Amy Lowell 1874–1925.