This unimportant morning br Something goes singing where br The capes turn over on their sides br And the warm Adriatic rides br Her blue and sun washing br At the edge of the world and its brilliant cliffs. br br Day rings in the higher airs br Pure with cicadas, and slowing br Like a pulse to smoke from farms, br br Extinguished in the exhausted earth, br Unclenching like a fist and going. br br Trees fume, cool, pour - and overflowing br Unstretch the feathers of birds and shake br Carpets from windows, brush with dew br The up-and-doing: and young lovers now br Their little resurrections make. br br And now lightly to kiss all whom sleep br Stitched up - and wake, my darling, wake. br The impatient Boatman has been waiting br Under the house, his long oars folded up br Like wings in waiting on the darkling lake.