Assignation

When you have found the lark beneath the leaf,

and have watched stars, with fingers traced their fall,

when you have learned the dove and worked its grief

into your throat, then come for me and call.

When you know flesh is up-urged growth of earth,

when you have talked with all the dead of men

who stride there at your either hand, when birth

means death to you and death means birth again,

Oh, come for me and call. I shall be near,

arranging Time upon my head. I, done

and dry, will wait, and far back there I'll hear

the crash young wonder makes against the sun.

Remember that I'll know, though it be dark,

if you have missed, like me, the leaféd lark.