What was the name you called me?— And why did you go so soon? The crows lift their caw 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 was the name you called me?— And why did you go so soon?