--Andyet this great wink of eternity,
Ofrimless floods, unfettered leewardings,
Samitesheeted and processioned where
Herundinal vast belly moonward bends,
Laughingthe wrapt inflections of our love;
Takethis Sea, whose diapason knells
Onscrolls of silver snowy sentences,
Thesceptred terror of whose sessions rends
Asher demeanors motion well or ill,
Allbut the pieties of lovers' hands.
Andonward, as bells off San Salvador
Salutethe crocus lustres of the stars,
Inthese poinsettia meadows of her tides,--
Adagiosof islands, O my Prodigal,
Completethe dark confessions her veins spell.
Markhow her turning shoulders wind the hours,
Andhasten while her penniless rich palms
Passsuperscription of bent foam and wave,--
Hasten,while they are true,--sleep, death, desire,
Closeround one instant in one floating flower.
Bindus in time, O Seasons clear, and awe.
Ominstrel galleons of Carib fire,
Bequeathus to no earthly shore until
Isanswered in the vortex of our grave
Theseal's wide spindrift gaze toward paradise.
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