You came in out of the night br And there were flowers in your hand, br Now you will come out of a confusion of people, br Out of a turmoil of speech about you. br br I who have seen you amid the primal things br Was angry when they spoke your name br IN ordinary places. br I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, br And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, br Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away, br So that I might find you again, br Alone.