Leaves <br />Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees. <br />Lives <br />Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees. <br />Birds <br />Cheerily chirping in the early day. <br />Bards <br />Singing of summer, scything thro' the hay. <br />Bees <br />Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond. <br />Boys <br />Bursting the surface of the ebony pond. <br />Flashes <br />Of swimmers carving thro' the sparkling cold. <br />Fleshes <br />Gleaming with wetness to the morning gold. <br />A mead <br />Bordered about with warbling water brooks. <br />A maid <br />Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks. <br />The heat <br />Throbbing between the upland and the peak. <br />Her heart <br />Quivering with passion to my pressed cheek. <br />Braiding <br />Of floating flames across the mountain brow. <br />Brooding <br />Of stillness; and a sighing of the bough. <br />Stirs <br />Of leaflets in the gloom; soft petal-showers; <br />Stars <br />Expanding with the starr'd nocturnal flowers.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-my-diary-july-1914/
