Dawn in the Garden
Perhaps you fancied My land is far off, sky-herald!
No, it is not far.
But only laboring wings
Prove earth not far from heaven!
Softly as morning, Not trampling
its dewdrop pearls, enter this garden.
Clasp hill and desert, yet still
Catch in your hands the sky’s robe.
Translated by: V.G. Kiernan