Eclogue

        Cuddie: Slowly all your secret is had
	  In the empty day.  People and sticks go down to the water.
	  How can we be so silent?  Only shivers
	  Are bred in this land of whistling goats.
	 
        Colin:  Father, I have long dreamed of your whitened
	  Face and sides to accost me in dull play.
	  If you in your bush indeed know her
	  Where shall my heart’s vagrant tides place her?
	 
        Cuddie: A wish is induced by a sudden change
	  In the wind’s decay.  Shall we to the water’s edge,
	  O prince?  The peons rant in a light fume.
	  Madness will gaze at its reflection.
	 
        Colin:  What is this pain come near me?
	  Now I thought my heart would burst,
	  And there, spiked like some cadenza’s head,
	  A tiny crippled heart was born.
	 
        Cuddie: I tell you good will imitate this.
	  Now we must dip in raw water
	  These few thoughts and fleshy members.
	  So evil may refresh our days.
	 
        Colin:  She has descended part way!
	  Now father cut me down with tears.
	  Plant me far in my mother’s image
	  To do cold work of books and stones.
	 
        Cuddie: I need not raise my hand
	 
        Colin:  She burns the flying peoples
	 
        Cuddie: To hear its old advice
	 
        Colin:  And spears my heart’s two beasts
	 
        Cuddie: Or cover with its mauves.
	 
        Colin:  And I depart unhurt.