text: I never knew the earth had so much gold
  The fields run over with it, and this hill
  Hoary and old,
  Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.
  
  Such golden fires, such yellowlo, how good
  This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God!
  This fringe of wood,
  Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod.
  
  You too, beloved, are changed. Again I see
  Your face grow mystical, as on that night
  You turned to me,
  And all the trembling worldand youwere white.
  
  Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb;
  The fields absorb you, color you entire . . .
  And you become
  A goddess standing in a world of fire!