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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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