Prodigals

I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,

I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.

Far-swooping elbow'd earth -- rich apple-blossom'd earth!

Smile, for your lover comes.

Prodigal, you have given me love -- therefore I to you give love!

O unspeakable passionate love.

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