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From Meadow Rue

From meadow rue to seven rocks
Appears a path to the low break
High tide floods over. Drowned
Are the salt grasses, drowned
The round and algaed rocks.
A place here along the loud line
Can change twice daily, and as surely
Become itself again.  Nothing's lost
Except time counted one day on.

From one day on to the next
As here to there, from meadow rue to rock
A rhythm makes us slaves to make us note
That which begins, and [[strikethrough]]that which[[/strikethrough]] where it goes.
Describe a path, and name the day,
Remark on its fine ending!  That's all
We can ever know.  [[strikethrough]]And[[/strikethrough]] who [[strikethrough]]is there to say[[/strikethrough]] would recall 
How way back, in some [[strikethrough]]ambitious time[[/strikethrough]] forlorn time 
[[strikethrough]]We got ourselves one[[/strikethrough]]
[[strikethrough]]We left the tide, and[[/strikethrough]]
[[strikethrough]]looked at it[[/strikethrough]].[[strikethrough]]and stood aside,[[/strikethrough]]
[[strikethrough]]looked at it[[/strikethrough]]
We left the tide and stood aside
[[strikethrough]]With exiles! exile eye, to look at it.[[/strikethrough]]
[[strikethrough]]On the [[/strikethrough]]
[[strikethrough]]To look at it[[/strikethrough]]
Forever exiled, to [[strikethrough]]look at it[/[strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]]Think of[[/strikethrough]] have a look at it

Revised 9/65

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