Chapter V

How pleasant are sheets!
Smooth and fine with cool creases,
Laying comfort to your cheek,
Laying soft cleanness of touch to your throat;
Delicious with sun
And blown air
And lavender.

And then the kind wool of the blanket
Spreading out wide;
Dropping away plentifully,
Luxuriously over the edge of the bed;
Woven and spun out of living warmth,
Lightly;
Rich to possess against the proud cold.