what hail ocean serene
on your southern rim!
here where fall's flung
now the spring green
spurning its cold burn
blackberry withering
as forest dark enters in
its starkest shadow time
to cadences that rhyme
where ground still sings
ancient on this horizon
a shadow time of spring
on your southern rim
what hail ocean serene?
ancient on this horizon
where ground still sings
to cadences that rhyme
its starkest shadow time
as forest dark enters in
blackberry withering
spurning its cold burn
now the spring green
here where fall's flung.

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