Flowers, thick as stars, lay
Splashed about the roadway--
Flowers nodding up and down,
Gold, lilac, fern-brown,
Colour in which to drown.
The Channel was a dark blue streak,
With pools rosy like the cheek
Of a girl too shy to speak,
And coloured clouds went tossing past,
Warm and windy,
Vivid and quaint,
Faint and eager and vast.
Colour, thick as dust, lay
Spattered about the highway--
Colour so bright that one would think
White, blue, cherry-pink
Were made to clutch and drink,
Colour that made one stop and say,
‘Earth, are you Heaven to-day?’
Colour that made one pray.
Lumps of colour, liquid and cool,
Cool and near,
Clear and gay
Tumbled about my way.