Eacernoon in Granada,
eacernoon, a child dies.
Eacernoon ter sits down
and cs s companions.
the dead wear mossy wings.
the clear wind
are two ps in fligowers,
and the day is a wounded boy.
Not a flicker of lark in the air
he caverns of wine.
Not t in the ground
whe river.
A giant of er fell dohe hills,
and tumbling h lilies and dogs.
In my shadow, your body,
dead on the bank, was an angel of coldness.