How far the petals fall from the shadow!

Does the sun or the tree determine how—

And what gathers them (the ground)

who grow so tall away from

collection and recollection

and remember these petals to the shadow?

Or is it the wind, that wolf in wool

whose acquainting breeze

rocks the rose seas

and carries these blossoming crests

from the trees?

I cannot herd them back now who have

strayed so long.

So long to the petal.

Fare well to the bee.

Let them climb, suck and tremble,

but not under me.