The New SongW. S. Merwin  For some time I thought there was time  and that there would always be time  for what I had a mind to do  and what I could imagine  going back to and finding it  as I had found it the first time  but by this time I do not know  what I thought when I thought back then  there is no time yet it grows less  there is the sound of rain at night  arriving unknown in the leaves  once without before or after  then I hear the thrush（画眉） waking  at daybreak singing the new song