You have filled me the way a jug of wine is filled;
Drop by drop your tears have shed: pale joy, dark grief
Replacing fear and solidude and sorrow with belief
–Almost I could not believe, almost my wound of doubting killed
The new true universe we two have willed.
Out of my sadness, shedding the black crown
In the alabaster dust at your feet, on my knees
I have made this pilgrimage through many trees–
Out of the night dances on the wintry lawn,
Out of the first spring day arrived in streaks of dawn.
And now I am here, and you are here,
And we drink from the heavy clay jug we’ve been filling.
Night and day we drink to the dregs, and there, my silly,
We are empty and happy as a ring tossed in the air.