Spirit of these heights, pined and lush
Healthier, seaward lean
Insist I 'breathe it deep'; ensuring
What in the mind to glean
Will also, for its thought-creations
Skied ever spry therein
Cast something of this smooth calmness;
Far-sunned; on silver wing.
Apollo Bay
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