1. Night"The cold remote islandsAnd the blue estuariesWhere what breathes, breathesThe restless wind of the inlets,And what drinks, drinksThe incoming tide;Where shell and weedWait upon the salt wash of the sea,And the clear nights of starsSwing their lights westwardTo set behind the land;Where the pulse clinging to the rocksRenews itself forever;Where, again on cloudless nights,The water reflectsThe firmament’s partial setting;—O rememberIn your narrowing dark hoursThat more things moveThan blood in the heart.
The Blue Estuaries
