He heard her singing softly as she clothed herself,
And he knew that he had seen the naked Earth,
For what is body of man but Earth stripped down to its essence,
Its magical and miraculous core of vision and hands?

And she, she knew she had gazed into the face of the sun,
For what is the sun but the male of the Earth,
Whose pointed fire impregnates the seed?

But when she called him in, they dared not look at each other:
He saw the rude table set with milk, and with bread and honey,
And nuts of the wood.

He sat and ate, and she tended him …
And so the wood-cutter found them,
Lad and girl in the shadow of the cabin,
Graceful beyond mated tigers or mated antelopes.
Oh, cup of sparkling wine, which, if they are wise,
The elders put to their soul's lips, and drink:
Youth, that keeps age young.