In a field of summer wheat,
Golden as the sheaves,
I saw you standing under the sky.

The birds ceased singing,
And the wind paused
Breathless with beauty.

The sun paled in the heavens,
And day swooned with delight
At so much loveliness.

Wind, sky, light, earth,
Reeled in blinding mist,
Shattered into nothingness.

Like a golden sun-bird
You stood, spirit of immortal beauty,
Naked amid the wheat-sheaves.