SPRING SONG I am all grass, a green lady, the sheep and the cows feed on me. I am giddy with my heavy tump, indeed, I cannot see for daisies. My breasts are fat with cowslips and my womanhood has begun to spawn: moths of motherhood are on the wing and beetles are creeping forth again . . . Now sparkling and heavy falls the rain: I am covered all over with water-drops. My red hood is drenched and sweet and a little child shelters underneath my skirts. My loverís umbrella blows inside out. O look! Look at the rainbow! How bright are your eyes, O my lover! Do no[t] worry about your umbrella. Our lips are snailed and tight together while horses hold down their dripping heads.