Love Has Come Again

Now the green blade rise
from the buried grain
wheat that in the dark earth
many days hath lain
love lives again
that with the dead has been
love is come again like wheat that springeth green

and i can see again
but for how long?
and its green again
like the fir trees again
(its soft like rain again)
and its funny how,
after all of this
i want you again...
love is come again...
like wheat that springeth green