were sweet to the taste.

We were enchanted with the fields,

the tufts of coarse grass

in the shorter grass—

we loved all this.

But now, our boat climbs—hesitates—drops—

climbs—hesitates—crawls back—

climbs—hesitates—

O be swift—

we have always known you wanted us.

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[4]

THE SHRINE

("she watches over the sea")

she watches over the sea

I

Are your rocks shelter for ships—

have you sent galleys from your beach,

are you graded—a safe crescent—

where the tide lifts them back to port—

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