The white bauhinia in the spring Whose branches swell and stream with bloom Holds all the good world blossoming As promise of the fruit to come She whose body swells in bloom As laden as the trees of spring Smiles with the knowledge that her womb Contains the first seed ripening Lullaby baby lie all lovely Move in sloping arms of sleep You are form where calm moved freely Fact where all before was hope And when she lies with him at night He touches her body in awe The joy that swells to make her great Cannot be told, may not be shared Although she lies so close to him That he might touch the springs he knows He who planted the white tree May only watch how rich it grows Lullaby baby lie all lovely Move in sloping arms of sleep You are form where calm moved freely Fact where all before was hope Something more than one another That all people wish together All is small and great and simple All is too vast to keep The flowers toss and splash in light The cup, the essence of all springs She moves in the same delight And in her smile vast knowledge sings