I don’t know
Whom Heaven’s for:
"In future — yesterday. Before
This month — from many miracles in! — to
December introdusing winter —
And we remember London’s mist
On Cristmas day, on Baltic East.

But yesterday’ My Birthday! Maybe
It’s good: Dream under bells of abbey,
And listen, how flies last leaf
Between two countries. And believe:

We summer left and’ waiting snow —
See hills and stars and fly below
With winds, and rains, and rames ( or rhymes?)
Be happy many many times!