In the length of daylight's strip Territories long and grey Downward through the valley Lie the shards of lighted gloom Light has fallen But it cannot grip the pastures And its shores grow blue The sun is leaving me here The foam of dark waves on the soil Run toward the pink sky For there are deep pools here Where founts of cold reside Light has fallen Waist-deep in the pasture And against my burning legs Brushes the first smooth black fish