Sent down no shout of welcome. Aphrodite,
Following to where the mountains forked,
Deserted there; dipping away and flying,
Like one of her own doves, to Daniel’s house.
But Daniel stood with someone in the barn
By the new anvil he had bought, considering
Hot and cold; and how a hammer’s blow
Can bend the iron, not break it.
“When you came,
That day, and brought my pipe—I still am puzzled—