* and sky's a silent secret through sounds of signals of trees_.
* a pale soul is blown upon far peaks with thyme_.
* whose bodies strong with love through meadows hugely move_.
* and those bright shapes of dreams which ride through the silent beach_.
|* through altogether delicate gestures of rain a colour comes, which is morning_.|
|* before each heartbeat which I am alive to kiss_.|
|* but actually flowers which breasts are among the very mouths of light_.|
|* slowly in life's serene perpetual round_.|
|* and miraculously whole with not merely a mind and a heart but unquestionably a soul_.|
|* and gives birth to a breath that overflows our newborn bodies_.|
|* hope richly scattered by the abundant sun invades the new mosaic of the ground_.|
|* silent greens serenely lingering, absolute lights like baths of golden snow_.|
|* a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters tremulous_.|
|* its spirit floated clothed only in the tide's acute weaving murmur_.|
|* whiter than wonders come kissingly creatures of dreaming_.|
|* and any wave signs on the dotted line or else an ocean is compelled to close_.|
|* for any dream means more than sleep as more than know means guess_.|
|* what beneath breathing selves transported are_.|
|* nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands_.|
|* through the cold perfect night whisperless to mark_.|
|* the new moon thinner than a hair, the sprouting largest final air_.|
|* these fragile splendors from us crumple them hide_.|
|* the signal perfume of whose focusses in the sweet slow animal_.|
|* and whiteliest all wonderings are silence_.|
|* to leave forever its heart acold in an earthy bed_.|
|* whose enormous curve of flesh exactly cubes of tiny fragrance try_.|
|* soft sighed the passionate darkness to the tune of tiny troubadours_.|
|* hide them in thy breath drive them in nothingness for we would sleep_.|
|* dreaming in marble all castles lay_.|
|* or possibly there drift a pulseless blur of paleness_.|
|* an edged nothing begins to prune_.|