Unfinished Poems

#2 Tie Up the Beauty

Let not the smoke and the air floweth

Not the water in the river runneth

              Tie them all up, tie up the beauty

The Lady combs through the grasses

And the willows; twice a day

And cleanses them twice the four days

And when they have gone grown

The Farmer reaps what has been sown

              Tie them all up, tie up the beauty