The geraniums I left last night on the windowsill, br To the best of my knowledge now, are out there still, br And will be there as long as I think they will. br br And will be there as long as I think that I br Can throw the window open on the sky, br A touch of geranium pink in the tail of my eye; br br As long as I think I see, past leaves green-growing, br Barges moving down a river, water flowing, br Fulfillment in the thought of thought outgoing, br br Fulfillment in the sight of sight replying, br Of sound in the sound of small birds southward flying, br In life life-giving, and in death undying.