| A boat comes
With one man holding a red sail,
Guiding her with an oar
Caught over the gunwale.
Among the forest of marble
Stone trees
Silver
Steel over steel
Rising and crossing
Shining and flaring in the evening
The water rich as glass
Bronze and gold overlay. |
The waves flash
Under the prow.
The stone trees
Rose-white in the darkness drift.
In the twilight's gold
A maid
Her eyes bright with foam
Hands filled with sea wrack
In a bright meadow
Dancing and shaken
For this hour,
Her eyes on the sea.
The sail,
And none after.
Sunset has flown.
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