The Earth moans in her sleep br Like an old mother br Whose sons have gone to the war, br Who weeps silently in her heart br Till dreams comfort her. br br The Earth tosses br As if she would shake off humanity, br A burden too heavy to be borne, br And free of the pest of intolerable men, br Spin with woods and waters br Joyously in the clear heavens br In the beautiful cool rains, br Bearing gladly the dumb animals, br And sleep when the time comes br Glistening in the remains of sunlight br With marmoreal innocency.