Lovers lay at mid-night On roofs of Memphis and Athens And looked at tropical stars As large as golden beetles. Nothing is new, save this, And this is always new. And there in your tent With the balm of the mid-night breeze Sweeping over us, We looked at one great star Through a flap of your many-colored tent, And the eternal quality of rapture And mystery and vision flowed through us. Next day we went to Grand Haven, For my desire was your desire, Whatever wish one had the other had. And up the Grand River we rowed, With rushes and lily pads about us, And the sand hills back of us, Till we came to a quiet land, A lotus place of farms and meadows. And we tied our boat to Schmitty's dock, Where we had a dinner of fish. And where, after resting, to follow your will We drifted back to Spring Lake-- And under a larger moon, Now almost full, Walked three miles to The Beeches, By a winding country road, Where we had supper. And afterwards a long sleep, Waking to the song of robins. And that day I said: There are wild places, blue water, pine forests, There are apple orchards, and wonderful roads Around Elk Lake--shall we go? And we went, for your desire was mine. And there we climbed hills, And ate apples along the shaded ways, And rolled great boulders down the steeps To watch them splash in the water. And we stood and wondered what was beyond The farther shore two miles away. And we came to a place on the shore Where four great pine trees stood, And underneath them wild flowers to the edge Of sand so soft for naked feet. And here, for not a soul was near, We stripped and swam far out, laughing, rejoicing, Rolling and diving in those great depths Of bracing water under a glittering sun.