What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.