Part One

We lay beneath the alder tree

Her breast she leaned upon my hand

The alder leaf moved over me

The sun moved over on the land

Her mouth she pressed upon my mouth

I felt the leaf beat in her breast

I felt the sun move in her hair

But nearer than the leaf the sun

I felt the love go deep in me

That has no season in the earth

That has no time of spring or birth

That cannot flower like a tree

Or like one die

but only be