Rake the bell-green hillsides
as time glows with sounds
And roll up sleeves
to trust forever’s sake
Slant this favor’s light
this hay’s beginning
this fence awake
Yes
Call this morning’s magic forth –
carry it in buckets
shade its hat with weeds
(For once make evening wait)
Bring all the hums together
from starts and strays
While shirts with patches sing of grandfathers
and fields feel this ever tilt
Rake bells and gather in the newest
if only once
as so and much
may say