Her footsteps were a season’s coming
and quick gestures of her hand
were spring about you, warm and humming
winds across the honeyed land.

Down fluted colonnades the singing 
shadows moved and grew more clear,
Multitudes of bells are ringing 
through the muted atmosphere.

So that you, however lightly, 
kissing lips or touching hair
scattered coins of music brightly 
on the pavement of the air!