My heart has kissed coast white cloud
Held its grain of sand, and turned it around.
But now dark clouds are back overhead.
Seas are raging, trees stand skeletal shed-
Bare, bent like old men at tying their shoes.
A brogue world shines in silhouette statues!
As I bring you, reed red feathers still gold
Instead of those yellow roses still blindfold
I whose own sap has now turned to stone.
Remember those pearls of summer—
Opened, and then broken like a wishbone.
I like a dead crab, washed-up in the tide
Have again, come home.
Oh lord darkness descends again, I cried…
I cried… wailing like the sea in the deep…
Wishing, only to find comfort in sleep…
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