OUT beyond the watch towers of the morning

Silence waits

Where that gnarled old thorn tree blossoms whitely

And guards the gates

Gramarye has founded here her frontier ;

White and green

Is the jade-built wall where foam-bright-blossomed

Trees are seen.

Emerald-acred sward so safe enfolding,

The ramparts run

Lordlily amid the laneway cleaving

Shade from sun.

There the sky is never fierce or sullen ;

Blueness wields

Sway of tearless dancing-tide and singing

For those bright fields.