I Strolled Across an Open Field

I strolled across
An open field;
The sun was out;
Heat was happy

This way! This way!
The wren’s throat shimmered
Either to other
The blossoms sang

The stones sang
The little ones did
And the flowers jumped
Like small goats

A ragged fringe
Of daisys waved;
I wasn’t alone
In a grove of apples

Far in the wood
A nestling sighed;
The dew loosened
Its morning smells

I came where the river
Ran over stones:
My еars knew
An early joy

And all the watеrs
Of all the streams
Sang in my veins
That summer day