Now has day come immense upon the hills, The hounds drop hungrily down the ridge, And the fox has barked in worn defeat. Foals shake damp manes in burning near-light And roosters crow. Light crowds the door Swung outward, chilled hearths fire slowly From slovenly coals. Night grovels on its knees. Sun on the mountain. The suckling child Mouths the swollen breasts, the foals nuzzle The mare's dark teats. Fog rises slowly, Yawning the valleys, releasing hill and ridge. Men have awakened. They have gone out upon the land With night's blunt wisdom dark within their eyes And querulous day at hand.