I saw it—pink and white—revealed

   Upon the white and green;

The white and green was a daisied field,

   The pink and white Ethleen.

And as I looked it seemed in kind

   That difference they had none;

The two fair bodiments combined

   As varied miens of one.

A sense that, in some mouldering year,

   As one they both would lie,

Made me move quickly on to her

   To pass the pale thought by.

She laughed and said: “Out there, to me,

   You looked so weather-browned,

And brown in clothes, you seemed to be

   Made of the dusty ground!”