A Virgin A naked woman in a thirteen-rowed castle Together with soldiers—our mouths shut together. Not afraid to laugh; as the sun slides past, The good morningpeace, under your apple trees Waits as the very peace of dawn— Make the sunshine willow— A child plucks flowers, shivers. To the woman who saw the gentle light;
And every year sleeps in the wave, And breathing sends the flame.
- Ezra Pound