The old wild, restless sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.
My day is barren and broken,
Bereft of light and song,
A sea beach bleak and windy
That moans the whole day long.
To the empty beach at ebb tide,
Bare with its rocks and scars,
Come back like the sea with singing,
And light of a million stars.
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Less than the cloud to the wind,
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AT six o’clock of an autumn dusk
The bells of the mission down in the valleyCry out that the day is dead.The first star pricks as sharp as steel—Why am I suddenly so cold?Three bells, each with a separate soundClang in the valley, wearily tolled.Bells in Venice, bells at sea,Bells in the valley heavy and slow—There is no place over the crowded…
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