Girl of the musing mouth,
The mild archaic air,
For whom do you subtly smile?
Yield to what power or prayer
Breasts vernally bare?
I seem to be peering at you
Through the wrong end of time
That shrinks to a bright, far image –
Great Mother of earth’s prime –
A stature sublime.
So many golden ages
Of sunshine steeped your clay,
So dear did the maker cherish
In you life’s fostering ray,
That you warm us today.
Goddess or girl, you are earth.
The smile, the offered breast –
They were the dream of one
Thirsting as I for rest,
As I, unblest.