A blue streak and a white sign
Of lake's seams ripping.
Then unjoltable again.
Smug, with Day's crown re-settled.
Of diamond light, each grain.
Asking to be excused, as twere;
With arm-held tightness
Leading self, abject away.
A reverence for quiet
Has its timid say!
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