Do you recall the object,
As it was the morning and in
Our half sleep we had poured cups of
Milk and Had sat quietly
In the light that Covered the table
Drinking as the air came down
From the opening at the height of your
Blue windows,
And as I had dressed in
A shirt of white cotton
And led you from your house
Into the cool lanes,
Do you recall the object,
Where I was a white figure before you
And you were blinded
By the ferocity of that clear matin,
So soft as it came upon us,
The burnished shade Beneath oaks
That seemed
Calcified giants in the Trembling heat,
The grasses alive with voices
As of lost spirits
That called their powers home,
O soul,
Do you recall the object that we saw?
Murmuring in its haze of shapes,
A dark sleeper.
The voices of birds rang
In the stillness.