Au Vieux Jardin

I have sat here happy in the gardens, 
Watching the still pool and the reeds 
And the dark clouds 
Which the wind of the upper air 
Tore like the green leafy boughs 
Of the divers-hued trees of late summer; 
But though I greatly delight 
In these and the water-lilies, 
That which sets me nighest to weeping 
Is the rose and white color of the smooth flag-stones, 
And the pale yellow grasses 
Among them.