How like that honeyed shimmer
–The greenwhite aspen’s shudder, glimmer
Serpentine pulse of wind on dusk-flickered sedges
Blue quiver of dove raining on shattered cement
Or blur of elves where the oak’s fallen
Mossy rivers of roots antlered into oceans of sky–

How like that wordless shiver
The arrows of your eyes’ flashings fall
On the fervent waiting waves of my heart.