As a drenched, drowned bee / Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, / So clings to me

When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass / The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind, / They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water;

The yellow sun steps over the mountain-top / And falters a few short steps across the lake - / Are you awake?

As I went through the marshes a doe sprang out of the corn and flashed up the hill-side leaving her fawn. / On the sky-line she moved round to watch, she pricked a fine black blotch on the sky. / I looked at her and felt her watching;

Reject me not if I should say to you / I do forget the sounding of your voice, / I do forget your eyes that searching through

Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving; / The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a child / Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sob -

Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; / They have taught you to see / Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, / And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; / Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go

The pain of loving you / Is almost more than I can bear. / I walk in fear of you.

There are four men mowing down by the Isar; / I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four / Sharp breaths taken: yea, and I