The geese honk loudly and the bullfrogs croak, The nuthatch upside down breaks through a seed Securing it in a crevice of the oak, These songs of earth my substance and my mead.
Drowsy summer indolent and free Pauses in its rush from bloom to breed Knowing this season of earthly gaiety Will pass and soon the Reaper will succeed
Arriving with the touch of his wintry hand. "If only things forever could stay the same", She said as we walked upon the shifting sand By the surging sea no human force can tame.
I know Spring shall return on rain-drop feet, And the soaring splendour of red-tailed hawks defy The Death in us that now seems so complete That we through dogma and ritual sanctify.
For one has come to heal our opened scars, Her image I have looked upon with eyes Unseeing, this Flame of God that lights the stars And fashions by love a thousand galaxies.
Poems Undated (1727)
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