SUMMER NIGHT day goes down the live road the birds' last notes bells in the thunder a day ends a man's companions are his voices the day round in its end beginning under the branch I bend like the wind going low cool lights in the trees with wings thunder bells birds' last notes I lent voice to the voices far off they go far off in the thunder a day ends a man goes down the live road a house at the end warm rafters sheets thrown off the rain outside on the branch shelter if wind blows the lights round the trees fly off dark descends like rain the day has wings spread for far off in the house I bend lower I bend