this is just to say...all in green went my love riding...what men or gods are these?...those are pearls that were his eyes...what was this gaudy, gusty panoply?...in Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious...what pipes and timbrels?  what wild ecstasy?...here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, the marigold, that goes to bed wi' th' sun and with him rises weeping...