With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not The mirth o’ the feast.

'Twas early June, the new grass was flourishing everywheres, the posies in the yard—peonies and such—in full bloom, the sun was shining, and the water of the bay was blue, with light green streaks where the shoal showed.

Naked but for an orange lungi, a great lifesize yogi stands with his palms extended in the yogic posture of tadasana, with the cities and forests of the world spaced out over his face, feet, arms and torso.

The milkmaid carried a pail of milk in each hand.