Forget, for food improvident and spare The richest garden in your memory Bring down the white fruit from the tree Which is too heavy for the tree to bear The richest garden in your memory You shall begin to change, with that despair Which is too heavy for the tree to bear The secret vision that you are not free You shall begin to change with that despair The moon that skews the circle of the sea The secret vision that you are not free Is no less true for wisdom, no less fair The moon that skews the circle of the sea Promises of apples hung among the air Is no less true for wisdom, no less fair Weigh them, silver in your hand, for me