That day, Melora Vilas sat by the spring With her child in her arms and felt the warm wind blow Ruffling the little pool that had shown two faces Apart and then clung together for a brief while As if the mouths had been silver and so fused there.⁠ ⁠…

The wind blew at the child’s shut fists but it could not open them. The child slept well. The child was a strong, young child.

“Wind, you have blown the green leaf and the brown leaf And in and out of my restless heart you blow, Wakening me again. I had thought for a while My heart was a child and could sleep like any child, But now that the wind is warm, I remember my lover, Must you blow all summer, warm wind?”