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if i were very sure
hang no wreath
and my name is truthful
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
like eagles on up high
splendid and terrible your love
desolate and lone
a storm is riding on the tide
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
i cannot always feel his greatness
not from the whole wide world
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
listen to the sounding sea

 



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