like a counterfeit headblessing no oneor a hand all out of handslike a devilwho cannot touchor a god of povertyspare measleticking tinso ends the old year
Gather the stars if you wish it so.Gather the songs and keep them.Gather the faces of women.Gather for keeping years and years.And then . . .Loosen your hands, let go and say good-by.Let the stars and songs go.Let the faces and years go.Loosen your hands and say good-by.