Classic Poem

I walk the alleys trampled through the wheat,
Through whole blue summer eves, on velvet grass.
Dreaming, I feel the dampness at my feet;
The breezes bathe my naked head and pass.

I do not think a single thought, nor say
A word, but in my soul the mists upcurl
Of infinite love. I will go far away
With nature, happily, as with a girl.