Sestina: Altaforte O, as we may have done it, through you Have the mountains echo Upon the time of its way, Good dreams—under the shadows. Gently from the spirit grows pale sweet flower, Heard from afar in knees deep in the vale’s hold; Lo! I strike the deep seed And collect life near the skies! A field of laughter and turn in the fire Unseen, unknowable, the spirit swells, In our hearts refill a race: Let us love onward as I twine. Through dawn with mixture and heavy dew! Mayeyep—across the realms of rooted earth.

• Ezra Pound