The white ducks fly   All past the sun   Their wings flap silver at the moon      While waters rush down the mountaintops   My [? ] plays circus tunes      I dance to the wonders of your feet   And I sing to the joy of your knees   The cold white dress on the mountain crest   [? ] the frozen tree      The maple-[? ] in the sky   It seems to kiss the wind   While scores of glittering [? ] [? ]      I whistle symphonies of your face   And laugh   For your hair is so fine      In startled reeds   Of playground grass   A child jumps rope to [? ]      Reeds and grass   The marching drum   They make a joyous sound      She bends low with lust and love   And falls [? ] on the ground      I hunger for your porpoise mouth   And stand erect for love   The sun burns up the winter sky   And all the earth is love