I saw it—pink and white—revealed
        Upon the white and green;
The white and green was a daisied field,
        The pink and white Ethleen.

And as I looked it seemed in kind
        That difference they had none;
The two fair bodiments combined
        As varied miens of one.

A sense that, in some mouldering year,
        As one they both would lie,
Made me move quickly on to her
        To pass the pale thought by.

She laughed and said: "Out there, to me,
        You looked so weather-browned,
And brown in clothes, you seemed to be
        Made of the dusty ground!"