I In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud. II From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, Reading where I have written, The spring is like a belle undressing. III The gold tree is blue. The singer has pulled his cloak over his head. The moon is in the folds of the cloak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |