Children, be happy while we others wait.

Plant for yourselves; see mirrors lovingly.

Be sweet; be progress; burst with fat.

The worms will thank you. Not he.

Not you will recognize

Him when again he comes.

Only our loveless eyes

Will love without surprise

Him when he comes.

We plant for him alone.

Our wait is wild and calm.

For him, for his great hour, we’ve sown

Vine, hemp, palm.

New palm-leaves for his way

The second time he comes.

And wine for the Supper at close of day.

And hemp for the one of us who’ll betray

Him when he comes.