aesthetic

faith stopping short
I am their teacher
I half wish I was a scholar too
I don't know much about illuminations
I fetched the scarf and set out
faith closed the gate
which will not interfere with the shore
Are you in earnest?
You prefer some other road?
it's beautiful and I like it very much
they opportunely passed at the entrance
"my mother, I am gone to take a walk on"

the way was down with few trees
a house, small and unnotable
the moon, near full though not high
less picturesque, no strong lines or
points to be made
beauty lay in the details
which could not light up
colours of waving tints were lost now
shrunk into the thrifty field
hardly soft glimmer faint lighting
of one-sided salutation told of a piece

descended a little steep
to a wooden bridge, bed of a creek
moon now getting up in the sky
little winding piece of water
softly touched out
three and so on
perfume of sandy potatoes
outlines near an end