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SUNSET

from An Apogee


I sought the nearer, stranger tide
of sunset bleeding in the heart
where ocean wide, and moon to peer
(“the cockle howls of thunder, dear”)
hymn sacred scarlet in the sand;
O hear the choral rocks that cry,
the gulls, the pies O hear O hear
the silent bards, the secret band:
I slept in prospect of the dawn.






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