saint stephen with a rose
in and out of the garden he goes
country garland in the wind and the rain
stephen prospered in his time
well he may and he may decline
did it matter? does it now?
stephen would answer if he only knew how
wishing well with a golden bell
bucket hanging clear to hell
hell halfway 'twixt now and then
stephen fill it up and lower down
ladyfinger dipped in moonlight
writing what for?" across the morning sky