When Death is reared up in mind
Like serpent's head out of sea
Slap of wave is ecstasy.
Lash of wind is rhapsody.
When Death is reared up in mind.
Confirming the spur in Heaven's light
Like lighthouse's to the missing
Tide to divert is lagging.
Storm to founder is gagging.
Confirming the spur in Heaven's light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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