For even now the tall nurse—goddess again
In the dooryard where they clustered—told her peers:
“The time! It is the time! Go, two of you—
Hermes, shall it be? With Gabriel?—
And bring him here, the man of herbs she cries for.
I could do all alone, for I am skilful,
I am the green deliveress. Yet go—
Gabriel, with Hermes—while I soothe
And ready her. The horses that he drives—
You hear them now, drawing the tired one home.