Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips
How society waits unformd, and is for a while between things ended
You will come forward in due time to my side
Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Of ships sailing the seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal
See my cantabile! these and more are flashing to us from the procession
Perfect trust, no matter how long
O if I am to have so much, let me have more!
Rise upfor you the flag is flungfor you the bugle trills
Than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself
Slow-moving and black lines creep over the whole earththey never