A thing, my hand
	My hand, a thing.
	O my, my ply
	Set fling the sand
	That sting the sky.

	A sight, my limb
	My limb, a sight.
	O cry, cry why
	Should carry fright
	And chill the nigh.

	Exists, my head
	Shines through things
	unsaid.
	My face, the pace
	of effervescent cunning
	shed.
	Eyes, two weary for
	instead.

	So spend good will
	'til far tonight
	Rise the depths of
	greatest height.

	In murky dreams
	a cauldron steams
	Fly timrous wing
	Soar, child's sing

	On a farm.