I Know that the tawny grass of the plain
  Is blown like the sea to-day
By the wind that follows the autumn rain
  And chases the clouds away,

And ruffles the winding lagoon, and now
  The sky's blue, dewy and clean,
Will show in the lee where the rushes bow
  Like shattered aquamarine.

To-day, when the cranes in their grey and pink
  Fish solemnly in the weeds,
To-day, when the cattle come down to drink
  And push through the whispering reeds,