I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night
Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie
As far along as the starless roots of the sky;
I hear them crying from the water out of sight,
A melancholy and insatiable and inexplicable noise,
A loud whimpering between two silences,
The silence of starry life and this that is
The silence of Earth in pain of travail: O voice
"Wandering bodiless, between sky and sod,
Angry and pitiful, a crying uncomforted,
Are you not the crying of the earth on her outraged bed,
Against Man, who has got her with child, to her Father God?
