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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.