Long dead thin shoots in millions
throw golden heads in the hot wind
while trees sough softly by
under the powder white and puffy sky.
Throwing golden heads in the hot wind
the harvest of wild oats dances
a youth marvels and glances
at the long thin shoots in millions.
While trees sough softly by
no girl comes near to hear him cry
but nature's great fecundity
throws golden heads in the hot wind.
Under the powder white and puffy sky
his is lost in ecstacy and dismay
his worship freed from death's decay
while trees sough softly by.
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