Cyclic evolution, done And begun again: What will be --future And history-- at a World's edge, this Prospect and ledge, After work in mass And energy must Pass now down a Cypress path to the sea, Relearn its name and Return the way it came.
Our way has taken us
Over sea and time.
Things that could not
Climb before storms
Broke on rocks.
We descend over
Beaten docks where
Ruin ends and
This garden begins
Under a star.
You are near and
I love you,
Who you are, have been,
Will be --and you
Have seen these things in me.
Each moment rises forth.
Overhead, a wedge of
Geese is seeking north.