Now it's here, dim-witted pleasure - See, through white windows beyond! Russet, like swan at her leisure, Shimmers the sun on the pond. Greetings, gilt peaceable moment, Birch's reflection on pool! Flocking crows cackle insistent Starwards their prayer of the fool. Timid from yard sound escaping Cry from the blossoming rose, Girl in white gently is singing Ballad of gentle repose. There a robe blueish is spreading - Chill of the night on the field... Pleasure, sweet, feckless, embedding Freshly in rosy cheeks' yield!