I
THE lady in front of me in the car,
With little red coils close over her ears,
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The blue sea bends to the ship
Like a dancer with skirts of lace—
Wide diaphanous laces that curl and dip
In the ardent wind's embrace.
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They went down to the sea in ships,
In ships they went down to the sea.
In boats hewn of oak-tree strips,
In galleys with skin-sewn sails,
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Vishnu, the gods of eld are dead. Long dead
Are Zeus, Astarte, and that lotus-flower,
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I have not where to lay my head:
Upon my breast no child shall lie;
For me no marriage feast is spread:
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Prairie child,
Brief as dew,
What winds of wonder
Nourished you?
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FLOWER of the moon!
Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;
Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow.
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Three crosses rose on Calvary against the iron sky,
Each with its living burden, each with its human cry.
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I love my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour.
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Little brown surf-bather of the mountains!
Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts, shaking your wings in falling waters!
Have you no fear of the roar and rush when Nevada plunges --
Nevada, the shapely dancer, feeling her way with slim white fingers?
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