2 If you were living now This clidfside tree with its embracing bough

would speak to me.

If you were speaking now The waves below would be the organ stops

For breath to blow.

And if your rigid head Flung back its hair Gulls in a sickle flight

would circle there.

You make the flight

Unshaken.

You are alive!

0 grass flash emerald sight

Dash of dog for ball

And skipping rope's bright blink, Lashing the light!

High in cloud

The sunset fruits are basketed And fountains curl their plumes On statue stone.

In secret thicket mould

Lovers defend their hold,

Old couples hearing whisperings

Touch in a handclasp, quivering.