violets like red ash

among tufts of grass.

We bring deep-purple

bird-foot violets.

We bring the hyacinth-violet,

sweet, bare, chill to the touch—

and violets whiter than the in-rush

of your own white surf.

III

For you will come,

you will yet haunt men in ships,

you will trail across the fringe of strait

and circle the jagged rocks.

You will trail across the rocks

and wash them with your salt,

you will curl between sand-hills—

you will thunder along the cliff—

break—retreat—get fresh strength—

gather and pour weight upon the beach.

You will draw back,

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