One winter after another
Just swam
Just swam
In a misty merged together
Our gallant attempts
Fell
Our desires and
Visions
One by one foiled
- many almost at the very
- beginning -
- now
- one by one they fade
- too
There is no child; there is bleakness
The plain is hard as hardest rock
But
Worse, it does not bear above the rocks
No
Wonder
In the cleft below the cliffs-plain
The waters whistle wide
And spume a desert
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