i have found what you are like
the rain,

      Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep, wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
      with thinned

new fragile yellows

      lurch and press

—in the woods
      which
      stutter
      and

      sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
      your kiss