Washed, claimed by crashing wave
That beat the shore, itself to save
Rushing fire swells, salt curled
‘Round my soul, tangled on the shore
Mingling with shattered rocks and scattered hearts
Turning melody into broken parts
To all this splendor there is more—
Moon high hung in deepest sky
Diamonds clinging to the black turn by
With great mystery the world
Burns of twilight, moonlight, starlight
Holding nothing to the light
Of sight, majesty, and my
Consuming, waking passion felt
By the sudden seconds nature dealt
To the broad universe and lonely me.
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