The New Song

The New Song W. S. Merwin     For some time I thought there was time   and that there would always be time   for what I had a mind to do   and what I could imagine   going back to and finding it   as I had found it the first time   but by this time I do not know   what I thought when I thought back then    there is no time yet it grows less   there is the sound of rain at night   arriving unknown in the leaves   once without before or after   then I hear the thrush（画眉） waking   at daybreak singing the new song