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NOT IN THESE DAYS

Not now, but when it is too late for gladness

will we remember these days of sunlight

and the clear water

netted with shadows moving and golden.

We will remember then, and the cry of the gull

will echo within us – gull’s cry in the clean air.

There is no trace of an echo now – in these days –

for there is nothing here to send the cry back to us –

low water and high sky and the free air between –

Not now – but when it is too late for gladness.