from In Lovely Blue

Like the stamen inside a flower The steeple stands in lovely blue And the day unfolds around its needle; The flock of swallows that circles the steeple Flies there each day through the same blue air That carries their cries from me to you; We know how high the sun is now As long as the roof of the steeple glows, The roof that’s covered with sheets of tin; Up there in the wind, where the wind is not Turning the vane of the weathercock, The weathercock silently crows in the wind.