Brekekoax the night-frogs said, while I
Slept in my southern room. But now I lie
And through the pale green-slitted shutters see
Another day, fine unbelievably
(So a child looks, to know its mother's mind
Not clouded, but miraculously kind.)

How virgin and majestic stands the hill,
How warm the sun upon the window-sill,
How clear the summit's rocky shadow shows,
Blue and at peace, yet promising what, who knows?
(Something the heart expects in youth and will
At sight of mountains till its beat be still.)

Life's every noise is happy in the sun,
Bells, bees, wheels, voices, all with day begun.
And now the sun splashes its largesse through
The cool, soft-dusted plane-tree avenue,
And shows how white the children's frocks and shoes,
How like a lilac flower the washerwoman's blouse.