Where earth goes to water.
The dark young birches cow—
Yet brown and dapple, daughter.
No silver now.
Down, down the white trees, felted
Now fast into the strand.
And the sun's green leaf-gold, melted.
Becomes thin sand.
Look! One sapling thrusts its arm, now paling fawn.
Out of the coal bed, Tekakwitha, into the new blue dawn.
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