Easter Sunday they went to Hooker’s Grove,
Seven of them in one automobile
Laughing and singing.
Sea water flows
Over the meadows at the full moon,
The sea runs in the ditches, the salt stone
Drowns in the sea.
And some one said, Look! Look!
The flowers, the red flowers. And her hand felt
The blood-root stem—and on the Baalbec road
Young men with garlands of anemones
And naked girls in girdles of wild rose
Splashed the thick dust from their thudding feet
And the sunlight jingled into grains of gold
And away off, away off, far away
The singing on the mountain—
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