I eye the eye whose compass come
While tempest lie beneath
I moon at the moon whose terror come
To woo, entrance, ensheathe
I rock the rock with rhythm as may
Become the throbbing heart
I knife the knife with pardon as may
The raging rend and part
The tempest has no strength within
The terror none without
While the ragged beat of sap begin
On winged forgiving shout.