Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

What gives me to be free to a woman’s and man’s good-will? what gives them to be free to mine?

Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?

 

 

 

 

 

Done