Come in parts before the world would arm
and hear the music swelling in the breeze
that first gave form and substance to the plans
of heav’nly wisdom. And like the breath that swept,
omnipotent in touch, across the field
unknown and still unknowingly at dawn
the earth in satured palates rose anon.
And there, made wide, the terraces and seas
bore pointed mountains reaching past the trees
and mounds of smaller brothers in the weeds
where mice and moles made bed amid the rush
of golden grass and gentle moss and reeds;
while crows with grackles flapped above the streams
of tuft and turf and flowered stems and bees.
As soon as birth the loosed waves resumed
the never practiced, never-ending sport
of splash and splutter hurled against the shore.
And endless miles of tons of salt from spray
perfumed the air with brackish brine and sand.
And down below the monsters of the sea
made twisting flips in water-spouts of glee.
High above, suspended on a word
a flaming ball of fire in the sky
that seemed to share a canvas with the clouds
looked down and brightly showered all around
the droplets of its transcendental dew,
till flaming up in atmospheric hue
it slipped like liquid amber far from view.
So peacefully the new perfected earth
attending concert with the cricket themes
lies down at night upon its outspread greens
while spangled dots of silver from on high
watch the virgin life begin its sleep.
And there amidst the foliage and sheep
a man and woman rest and dream—of fruit.