White Lily Of The New-Cladding Fields

White lily of new-cladding fields I must deliver and reproduce The gas cloud wherein my seed lie Now lies impatient in its universe Frosty and frozen in its energy The gas cloud lies still and lonely Soon, too soon Must I the gas-cloud warm And then The seeds will maddened move and fly Without a rest Till that They clear their conscience: now they feel The guilt of being lazy and of not Having their duty till as yet. But then But then The frigid gas-cloud melts in the friendly warmth Of the waves of southern winds of heat In this new summer ushered in While winter frost knocks at the pane And here And here The gas-cloud of the seeds in this warm room Becomes a universe of life and now They clear their conscience: now they feel The pride and happiness Of having done their duty.