atf300: Among them.
atf300: And the pale yellow grasses
atf300: Is the rose and white color of the smooth flag-stones,
atf300: That which sets me nighest to weeping
atf300: But though I greatly delight In these and the water-lilies,
atf300: Of the divers-hued trees of late summer;
atf300: Which the wind of the upper air Tore like the green leafy boughs
atf300: And the dark clouds
atf300: Watching the still pool and the reeds
atf300: I have sat here happy in the gardens,
atf300: Au Vieux Jardin