The flowers are back in their places. The birds are back in their usual trees. The winter stars set in the ocean. The summer stars rise from the mountains. The air is filled with atoms of quicksilver.
Resurrection envelops the earth.
Goemetrical, blazing, deathless, Animals and men march through heaven, Pacing their secret ceremony. The Lion gives the moon to the Virgin. She stands at the crossroads of heaven, Holding the full moon in her right hand, A glittering wheat ear in her left. Is proclaimed in light from the zenith. We are tired of paddling.