Awake the song alone, remaining
Ill and mad with wine. A cat crawled
To where the sky and sea browsed
Upon the plain: the green and climbing.
Summer passes, shivered into flowers.
It rains across the country; I remember.
Through the valley wander the vines,
Cornland yonder springing naked to
The light. The girl closed her window.
Be still a migrant bird. Water runs,
Shadows on the hillside lay to slumber.
The Hanging Gardens were a dream.