The Turning Tree

This to be beautiful to you Set against all this you know of So ominous, set against it, Overcome, might overcome. This to be beautiful, beautiful, Never alone enough with God Never enough among fountains This be beautiful Spring blue. Leaf love you for this the while I am with you and the while after This earth I am standing on, the Herons and smaller birds possess. This to be beautiful to you The downward fire I spoke of The eel grass, the snowy path, The wide shore, the wide shore. Speak of it, speak it, unceasing, all These lines to the tomb, O turning tree, Set against all this you know of Overcome, will, overcome. Grave tree of the dark plowland under, I will will the whole time to you: Falling water, wave falling, dew Dust, horses, spirits, Spirit.