In a clear soft shaft of light
standing alone
on the flower hill—
(Has Time come over the hill
w/ bird-song & tree-song
& day-song & night-song ?
Has Time
with little bell tolls
told you
whose footsteps (obscured
by clouds) might be traced
homeward again
among flowers
now here, how far,
so near, now —
in a clear soft shaft of light
standing alone?)
— by the wind
on the little green hill
in the leaves blown
his heart beating,
his glad hands heeding
the lost world now
again his own
w/ marvelous under-
standing
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