Feuerzauber

I never knew the earth had so much gold -- The fields run over with it, and this hill, Hoary and old, Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill. Such golden fires, such yellow -- lo, how good This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God -- This fringe of wood, Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod. You too, beloved, are changed. Again I see Your face grow mystical, as on that night You turned to me, And all the trembling world -- and you -- were white. Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb; The fields absorb you, color you entire . . . And you become A goddess standing in a world of fire!