IN A LESBIAN MEADOW 
25 
 
Calm after strain and stress 
Now to our weariness 
Brings love anew. 
Peace brings her balm to us, 
Lying as amorous 
Still, and as true, 
Linked by new mystery, 
Lovers confessed.  A sigh 
Sobs to the happy sky, 
“ Sorrow, go to ! ”