One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides <br />The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies <br />On water; it glides <br />So from the walker, it turns <br />Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you <br />Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. <br /> <br />The beautiful changes as a forest is changed <br />By a chameleon's tuning his skin to it; <br />As a mantis, arranged <br />On a green leaf, grows <br />Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves <br />Any greenness is greener than anyone knows. <br /> <br />Your hands hold roses always in a way that says <br />They are not only yours; the beautiful changes <br />In such kind ways, <br />Wishing ever to sunder <br />Things and Thing's selves for a second finding, to lose <br />For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.<br /><br />Richard Wilbur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beautiful-changes/
