A MOMENT'S INTERLUDE
One night I wandered alone from my comrades' huts;The grasshoppers chirped softlyIn the warm misty evening;Bracken fronds beckoned from the darknessWith exquisite frail green fingers;The tree gods muttered affectionately about me,And from the distance came the grumble of a kindly train.
I was so happy to be alone,So full of love for the great speechless earth,That I could have laid my cheek in the wet grassesAnd caressed with my lips the hard sinewy bodyOf Earth, the cherishing mistress of bitter lovers.