Eacernoon in Granada,

    eacernoon, a child dies.

    Eacernoon ter sits down

    and cs s companions.

    the dead wear mossy wings.

    the clear wind

    are two ps in fligowers,

    and the day is a wounded boy.

    Not a flicker of lark  in the air

    he caverns of wine.

    Not t in the ground

    whe river.

    A giant of er fell dohe hills,

    and tumbling h lilies and dogs.

    In my  shadow, your body,

    dead on the bank, was an angel of coldness.