Supplement Hours

Sane, random, negligent hours, Sane, easy, culminating hours, After the flush, the Indian summer, of my life, Away from Books⁠—away from Art⁠—the lesson learn’d, pass’d o’er, Soothing, bathing, merging all⁠—the sane, magnetic, Now for the day and night themselves⁠—the open air, Now for the fields, the seasons, insects, trees⁠—the rain and snow, Where wild bees flitting hum, Or August mulleins grow, or winter’s snowflakes fall, Or stars in the skies roll round⁠— The silent sun and stars.