A vast crowd, so many, rushed to the riverbank:
Women and men, famous greathearted heroes, 
The life in their hero bodies now defunct, 

Where did you go to, when you went away?
It is as if you step by step were going
Someplace elsewhere into some other range

He’s gone from him forever,     and ever since he’s sought
his lips on the lips of every     boy he goes to bed with,
wanting to fool himself         into thinking those are the very

They said, my saints, my slogan-sayers sang,
Be good, my child, in spite of all alarm.
They stood, my fathers, tall in a row and said,

After we fled away from the shuddering dock,
The sea upheld us, would not let us go
Nor drown us, and we danced all night in the dark,

The good man went his way in personal freedom;
His body shone as if by his consent;
He had no king, and was himself his kingdom;

The lovers lie in trouble in the park.
The cold fall draws the leaves to earth around them.
Good angels of these lovers, come, surround them,