I fall as the slow sea crests
Just as hulking, white snow-tree nests,
When chopping, are timber tops toppling:
Waves crash as a sea bough dropping
I climb as the cliff-end peaks
Whither summit the stiff, bent creeks
Whose frowning, ice-crystal crown crowning
Holds down my heavy head drowning
I sink as the pale, rough moonâ€™s
Sloughing tides drain the stale lagoons,
When flowing, brute undertow towing,
Know elsewhere the white waves growing
♠ ♦ ♣ » iTest
on 2007-11-13 06:26:40
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