out of midsummer’s blazing most not night

out of midsummer’s blazing most not night
as floats a more than day whose sun is moon,
and our(from inexistence moving)sweet
earth puts on immortality again

—her murdered selves exchanging swiftly for
the deathlessness who’s beauty:reoccurs
so magically, farthest becomes near
(one silent pasture,all a heartbeat dares;

that mountain,any god)while leaf twig limb
ask every question time can’t answer:and
such vivid nothing as green meteors swim
signals all some world’s millionary mind

never may partly guess—thus,my love,to
merely what dying must call life are you