STUDY IN STUDY
I crossed the park beneath the trees;
I saw her sitting at her ease.
.....But no! Her books were spread around
Beside her, open on the ground!
A student had found refuge there
In the blessed open air,
Under the arching blissful shade,
As though in a leafy country glade.
The traffic, faded to a hum,
Was just a pandemonium
That she ignored, as perching birds
Accompanied the foreign words,
Equations, algorithms, Greek,
Or whatever language she sought to speak.
Her study, a place of calm and ease,
There in the park beneath the trees.