Nature plays shadowy music—
As when the wind ripples the moody lake—
And the changing colors of the sky
Drowns the day for Belinda’s sake.
A wind that rattled the dying leaf—
On the twisted tree—
Now whispers warnings in the dark
Until Belinda kisses me.
Only then do I forget myself,
Forget the music and the leaf,
Forget I am in the world
And watch without belief.
