Chatter of birds two by two raises a night song joining a litany of running water--sheer waters 
showing the russet of old stones remembering many rains. 

And the long willows drowse on the shoulders of the running water, and sleep from much music; 
joined songs of day-end, feathery throats and stony waters, in a choir chanting new psalms. 

It is too much for the long willows when low laughter of a red moon comes down; and the willows 
drowse and sleep on the shoulders of the running water.