Periphery
Calling from the meadow dark,
About the woods' periphery
Comes that primal song which tears:
The universal litany.
Cardinal, I gave your name,
Shining bright as morning sun.
Chase the lark and quote the score.
Retreating, don't forget me.
Let my image be of
Feather weight and no concern,
But swear you will remember
For whom all your colors burn.
For I've sod the field
And cropped the trees
Upon whose boughs you rest.
Chased the snake
With fury and a hatred
In my breast.
Within this purview,
Never let your eye or heart be turned.
But swear you will remember
For whom all your colors burn.