Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, <br />Thou art my Lady. <br />I have known the crisp, splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, <br />White, slender through green saplings; <br />I have lain by thee on the brown forest floor <br />Beside thee, my Lady. <br /> <br />Lady of rivers strewn with stones, <br />Only thou art my Lady. <br />Where thousand the freshets are crowded like peasants to a fair; <br />Clear-skinned, wild from seclusion <br />They jostle white-armed down the tent-bordered thoroughfare <br />Praising my Lady.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-praise/
