GREEN star Sirius      Dribbling over the lake;
     The stars have gone so far on their road,
     Yet we're awake!
 
     Without a sound
     The new young year comes in
     And is half-way over the lake.
     We must begin
 
     Again. This love so full
     Of hate has hurt us so,
     We lie side by side
     Moored—but no,
 
     Let me get up
     And wash quite clean
     Of this hate.—
     So green
 
     The great star goes!
     I am washed quite clean,
     Quite clean of it all.
     But e'en
 
     So cold, so cold and clean
     Now the hate is gone!
     It is all no good,
     I am chilled to the bone
 
     Now the hate is gone;
     There is nothing left;
     I am pure like bone,
     Of all feeling bereft¹.
     A BAD BEGINNING
 
     THE yellow sun steps over the mountain-top
     And falters² a few short steps across the lake—
     Are you awake?
 
     See, glittering on the milk-blue, morning lake
     They are laying the golden racing-track of the
        sun;
     The day has begun.
 
     The sun is in my eyes, I must get up.
     I want to go, there's a gold road blazes before
     My breast—which is so so............