Issue 12, Spring 1956
It is the star above us makes us see
The distance of the firmament, immensity
Of the green wave that swells beneath the dark.
Who, watching the dappling early sunlight take
The shadow of the birds across the snow
Into the banks and bushes where they go,
And seeing the children on the varied land
Could hear and understand the drowning cry:
“Love, do not turn or I shall sink and die.