MEANS

WITOUT ENDs

Touching th'dew
from her petals, he blew
the last drops off as gently
as breezes' balm

pondering everlastingly
th'great Beauty within
such simple thing, and all in
th'fields was happy & calm:

How long had she been there? and, what
could have placed her in a place like that?

Did she know any immortal secrets? Had she
ever yet wept in Agony?

Had she ever laughed?

His hand
around th'tiny body spanned,
severed her from all her breadth
& held her for dull eyes' review

in spite of which
she told not
what she knew &
God forgot.