Irradiations IV

The iridescent vibrations of midsummer light Dancing, dancing, suddenly flickering and quivering Like little feet or the movement of quick hands clapping, Or the rustle of furbelows or the clash of polished gems. The palpitant mosaic of the midday light Colliding, sliding, leaping and lingering: O, I could lie on my back all day, And mark the mad ballet of the midsummer sky.