I immediately liked this simple poem on the first read (which doesn’t always happen). I do like Edna St. Vincent Millay.
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
– Edna St. Vincent Millay