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Clouds low in the east
more on the sea than in heaven.
Water like violets.
A dream swims down in darkness.
Be glad for the summer is dead
and the sky turns over to night
good storms, few guests, glad tides.
more on the sea than in heaven.
Water like violets.
A dream swims down in darkness.
Be glad for the summer is dead
and the sky turns over to night
good storms, few guests, glad tides.
— adapted from the work of Robinson Jeffers
