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The Falling How many ways there are of falling into the sea! Through speck and glint the whiteness falls! Over curve and edge and glare And past another afternoon The daytime waits For a falling! And the gull falls! And the smallest rain Dragging with it great accumulations of clouds. And the flares of the nighttime: Arcturus, and Jupiter swinging in the spruce, Slipping through several cat's cradles, And the Seven Sisters, fading nightly In their falling. And down the faulted coastlines of cliffs The continents with their screes And their grasses with silver anthers Oh how they fall.