How you keep this constant gaze on me
and watch me with such sights of thieves
how you turn your back when I see you back
and check me again from behind the sieves
how keep your saltations around all day long
and care not where where you tumble on
how you keep riffling my rosette of springs
and see me there in high moons untill gone
how I find you where ever I see or go
and daisies on my autumn morning doors
how I find no kite ruffling over my skies
and find one ever stuck up among my gulmohers
how you look sleepless and wandering dreams
and to my eyes a cheery piquant friend
how you look lost and try not to look so
and think me to be an immodest fiend.
