Before the ice is in the pools

Before the ice is in the pools—

Before the skaters go,

Or any check at nightfall

Is tarnished by the snow—

Before the fields have finished,

Before the Christmas tree,

Wonder upon wonder

Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of

On a summer’s day—

What is only walking

Just a bridge away—

That which sings so—speaks so—

When there’s no one here—

Will the frock I wept in

Answer me to wear?