On damp plains sits a morning dew
It crystals spotted through the light
Soft on the eye that sees it true.
But imagine all mornings due
Fallen like a bath on green site
Turning all it is sudden blue:
The landscape changed by ocean hue
Would be all eyes, of day or night
The years and their growth, old and new.
This water of the due of dew
The meeting of Seed with its height
Would spring all life and its death, too.