I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by night.
Press close, bare-bosomed night; press close magnetic,
Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night—mad naked summer night!
Smile O voluptuous cool breath'd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-
Earth or the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer
for my sake!
Far swooping elbow'd earth—rich apple blossom'd earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.
Prodigal, you have given me love—therefore I to you
O unspeakable passionate love.