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THE INLAND HEART

The wind is singing on the sun-struck dunes;

eastward the wind blows, and the level sea

runs with shadows golden-green and dark;

and no gull cries nearby, but far away

where the black finger of the rocks is laid

the white wings flash, the voices flash, and far

across the moving stretch a white sail gleams.

Here I am lost, hedged in with hills and shade;

and the bright music ripples all day long –

thrush and vireo, and in the dark

the harsh cicada; and my soul must fail,

starve for the sudden, final thrust of sea

over the earth’s curve, for the steady sun

that now the hills devour when day is done.

No One Can Stem the Tide

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