NEW BIRTH Coming to a church in a thick wood, we left our luggage in the yard and a holy elder greeted us. He led us neither to the right, nor left as we followed him quaking, arm in arm, past taper-bearers, gliding to and fro and star-wits, talking mouth to mouth, past leeches, suckling at new-born lambs that fell off bloated into cups of wine. We walked straight on to the holy board where the High-father stood in his snow-white shift horning the godspell with a long nose, while ghosts and shiners thronged about, and over the board hung two winged sisters and under the board was a milking-pail. Now the High-father dipped us in holy water and fastened our hands and souls together till today was tomorrow, as long as my arm. Then clean-washed as little babes unborn, godwritten, weeping, we took new birth where a lovely moon, was, flickering, on the flood!