I saw the first pear br as it fell-- br the honey-seeking, golden-banded, br the yellow swarm br was not more fleet than I, br (spare us from loveliness) br and I fell prostrate br crying: br you have flayed us br with your blossoms, br spare us the beauty br of fruit-trees. br br The honey-seeking br paused not, br the air thundered their song, br and I alone was prostrate. br br O rough hewn br god of the orchard, br I bring you an offering-- br do you, alone unbeautiful, br son of the god, br spare us from loveliness: br br these fallen hazel-nuts, br stripped late of their green sheaths, br grapes, red-purple, br their berries br dripping with wine, br pomegranates already broken, br and shrunken figs br and quinces untouched, br I bring you as offering.