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Mother Waving

 
from mind of mine to you,
Ocean, my
                Mother Waving
                           within this sphere of light upon the surf
                                                       in broken lines shining
                                                                             shining upon the shadow’d crest of edge of tide;
as flow these crashes, tumble’d, come
                               lightning caught in fever’d gulp of wave
as though
              as though
                            as though breaking to be broken from the breeze of buoyed, blister’d Moon

Though made of holly bush
this life,

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