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Of what are they gossiping? God knows.
And God knows it matters little for we
 cannot understand them.
Yet it is certainly of the sea, of that
 there can be no question.
It is a quiet sound. Rest! That's all
 I care for now.
The smell of them will put us to sleep
 presently.
Smell! It is the sea water mingling here
 into the river—
at least so it seems—perhaps it is some-
 thing else—but what matter?

The sea water! It is quiet and smooth
 here!
How slowly they move, little by little
 trying
the hawsers that drop and groan with
 their agony.
Yes, it is certainly of the high sea they
 are talking.


WINTER SUNSET

Then I raised my head
and stared out over
the blue February waste
to the blue bank of hill
with stars on it

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