Author Ezra Pound Mid the bind-grass on the plainthat the dew makes wet as rainI met by chance my clear-eyed man,then myjoy began.Mid the wild grass dank with dewlay we the full night thru,that clear-eyed man and Iin mutual felicity. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments