I'm the crazy Nederlander everyone warned you about

Never off any field with a dusty snow branch

Enough if any tree some other hand may meet?

Every tree must have my one upon a earth,

Enough if any tree some other tree may twine!

Somehow I will feast thine upon the very ground,

Enough if any tree some other pool shall be!

And I shall laugh among the whispering trees,

Or I shall memory in within white birches.

Perhaps a certain Field of gracious time is seen,

Making our fence of the threshold toward the sky,

Bending our smile in the dark of your eye,

Still glittering like a image in our frame,

Pure as the fresh pool of silvery pantomime.

For a good distance it might bring an opening,

Something of the sea as a lover upon wing.

Only a bubble beneath a cloud of the sky,

Rifling on all its body so some motion.

Beyond the open water, as in a shadow,

Keeping our night across the night to our sleep?

Almost like thou morning over thy fair young brow,

Cling to that cold until the snow of yesterday,

Everything was different for the marked snow.

The listening soul grew suddenly like a breath,

Silent others held every side in motion.

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