An infant I cried when my cradle shook
By the wind which from the unknown did blow
And down to the earth, to my room it took
My sleep and left me full of night and awe.
A teenage I cried when the thirsty death
Drank from my abundant generous well
And out of my happy lungs, a dear breath
Elapsed in silence, unable to tell.
An adult I cried when I lost a face
In a robbery that the passing days
Had committed against my heedless pace
As if they took from the noon sun its rays.
When a spring bee I see, I think of Thee,
I gaze at life, and death gaze back at me.
