Evening Waterfall

What is the name you called me?-- And why did you go so soon? The crows lift their caws on the wind, And the wind changed and was lonely. The warblers cry their sleepy-songs Across the valley gloaming, Across the cattle-horns of early stars. Feathers and people in the crotch of a treetop Throw an evening waterfall of sleepy-songs. What is the name you called me?-- And why did you go so soon?