“Birds small enough...”

Birds small enough to nest in our young cypress Are physicians to us They burst from the tree exactly Where the mind ends and the eye sees Another world the equal of this one Though only a small boy naked in the sun Glad day glad day I was born Sparrow hatted old New York And the physician who brought me Drowned under sail next day in a calm sea There are birds small enough to live forever Where the mind ends and where My love and I once planted a cypress Which is God to us