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Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
who should moor at his edge
And fare on afoot would find gates of no gardens,
The sea curling,
Star-climbed, wind-combed, cumbered with itself still
This is the black sea-brute bulling through wave-wrack,
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
The ghosts of the villages trail in the sky
Making a new twilight
Rain falls into the open eyes of the dead
Again again with its pointless sound
Where he gets his spirits
It's a mystery. But the stuff keeps him musical:
all afternoon
Their witless offspring flock like piped rats to its siren
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