You would think the earth might shiver,

Rounding up into such a day as this day.

What sky piled blue on a cloud on blue

Laid on this top of the world such cover

Ever? Not this wind working at leaf-edges

And against the bay-tide has morning seen

Come toward it in its regular reaches.

Green from a long time ago smells green.

Air tastes as if air never was; salt, cool,

Surprised, all together on the face.

The weather-finding world must feel

Carried and come up into a great grace.

Early your thought is of seeing a sign,

Fling of the gull-swarm, the surf wilder,

Some salute.

But all this earth has seen,

And day new upon day makes earth older,

Birds dying in migration, trees burned

Bronze, on seven seas tide turned, turned.

Else why this sunblown immeasurable height

Unspeaking? Why this mapped shore not moved?

Only the day man marvels at is saved.