Of grass, insurgent bud aware, We in the loop of sudden spring, Trammelled by tangled green and song Nostalgic on the ear, Thrown by the lariat of sun Are branded with initialled fear. Between the brazen daffodil Sprawling headlines through the park Between the question on the wind, On lintels of the hill, And storage in the hollow tree Joy adds a hasty codicil. For we are the muscled living, therefore Make a hasty signature, Dispossess the urgent root Certify the heir: Fear, in the framework of the wind, This, and the threat of fear, and fear. |