Wallace Stevens - On the Surface of Things lyrics

I In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud. II From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, Reading where I have written, “The spring is like a belle undressing.” III The gold tree is blue. The singer has pulled his cloak over his head. The moon is in the folds of the cloak.