Sunday, July 7, 2013


the shattered water made a misty din,
great waves looked over others coming in, 
and thought of doing something to the shore 
that water never did to land before.

the clouds were low and hairy in the skies
 like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if 
The sand was lucky in being backed by cliff, 

The cliff in being backed by continent.
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
 Some one had better be prepared for rage.
 There would be more than ocean water broken

before God's last "Put out the light" was spoken.

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