dappled day you have restored me to myself
it seems

i was poor but now my heap of pressed
pennies gleams

upon the shore of the lake we drank
and ate and dreamed

that we were swimming until
we were swimming.

we swam until my brim was wet,

my broken smile mended

the panorama beautiful,

the way it had been rendered

by the hands of men

and i do not say it easily

that by the hands of men

can sometimes do some good.