if the smallest waters do bind to make the sea then i do trust thee in the wide thaw ive seen the stars of night reflect upon the tide as if to lay across and make unfar all of the body of sea that is how i did love thee butter lamb on easter and sugar cut from the cane where the rabbit and the wolf came to lay on the 16th day full moon i told you i was here and boundlessly that is how i did love thee but still people need small things the feeling of water of labor and sleep the freedom to leave but when i returned you were no longer there to receive me