In Woods and Meadows

Play to the tender stops, though cheerily:
Gently my soul, my song: let no one hear:
Sing to thyself alone ; thine ecstasy
Rising in silence to the inward ear
That is attuned to silence: do not tell
A friend, a bird, a star, lest they should say—
He danced in woods and meadows all the day,
Waving his arms, and cried as evening fell,
"O, do not come," and cried, " O, come, thou queen,
And walk with me unwatched upon the green
Under the sky."

Songs From The Clay [1915]