A drift of quiet lies
Upon the still tide
Upon the still tide
Where all is organic
Infinitely so
Feeling the wind
Of all that rises
And falls
Of all that rises
And falls
Like breathing
And here the reeds
Do crest
Do crest
And the cranes crash
Upon the silence
Upon the silence
As the smallest stars
Run and hide
Run and hide
Only to return
In the ripples
In the ripples
The dance of life
Ever graceful
In its seeming death
Ever graceful
In its seeming death
Scattering, falling,
And painting
And painting
Each moment
Only do I think that I am
Something apart
Something apart
Or different
From the dream-luring
Being of the plants
And creatures
Being of the plants
And creatures
In eternal spring
And nature
And nature
Strumming
As they do the beautiful verse
Beyond words
Or even thoughts as these
As the cranes move
Like slow Egyptian gods
Like slow Egyptian gods
That do not seek bliss
But the tides
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