I have kissed the summer dawn.

Before the palaces,

nothing moved.

The water lay dead.

Battalions of shadows

still kept the forest road.

I walked, walking warm

and vital breath,

While stones watched,

and wings rose soundlessly.

My first adventure,

in a path already gleaming

With a clear pale light,

Was a flower who told me its name.

I laughed at the blond Waterfall.

That threw its hair across

the pines: On the silvered summit,

I came upon the goddess.

Then one by one, I lifted her veils.

In the long walk, waving my arms.

Across the meadow, where

I betrayed her to the cock.

In the heart of town she fled

among the steeples and domes,

And I hunted her, scrambling

like a beggar on marble wharves.

Above the road, near a thicket of laurel,

I caught her in her gathered veils,

And smelled the scent of her immense body.

Dawn and the child fell together

at the bottom of the wood.

When I awoke, it was noon..