Cows on a hillside
Chewing on grasses
On a bee-buzzing day
Go to my head
Like opium
A barn leaning
like a rider's red hat
In a circle of oak trees
Makes me crazy giddy
with graces
Then there is silence
Silence in the wind
The wind speaks silence to the woods
As the woods speak silence to the wind
Nothing I'll ever say
Or sing or dance
or build or dream
Will carry the heart so high
As a single
outspent day.
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