Still in my fingers the stings Still in my ears the sound Of bees and their wings. Still in my temples the pound Of hatchet swings. Still in the trees the sigh Of silences. Still from the hive of the sky Darknesses swarming the trees And among these The Owl's cry. @3O, Heart, Heart, Heart! Let me more easily Lift hands and part The hanging certainty And strength of home Whereto I come From the enchanted bed Of stranger Beauty, she who sleeps Forever in the deeps Of heart and head!@1 Still in my ears the sound Of bees, in my heart the pain Of one more passion found And lost again -- Lost and gone with the bees To swarm strange trees of lonely Planets unseen from these, Leaving me honey only And a starless breeze. |