look
look at the seas
how they be green my love
look
at the waves that go
round
there
look at the fort
the other side
the height of rising waves
the anger of the sea
the trammels of the earth
our earth
the
low-lying
verses
are
in
the last minutes
saved
by a
brilliant goal
redeemed;
see! look! hear!
the trees they whisper
I a Poet Seer
their words and language understood
hear
them
understood
them
speak
of
night to cover earth
a day to come
I heard them whispering
but heard not the date
yet
that would not be
the day of wrath
that day, my Monsignor?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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