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THE GREY LAKE

For the wind-scourged water
    Would flee the ships,
And the mud would open
    Her soft smooth lips.

So the isles are sacred
    From alien tread,
Since the slime can swallow
    And keep her dead.

Who can know her secrets?
    The blue sky might—
(Cloudless-hot in daytime,
    Star-gemmed at night).

To and fro for ever
    The water swings,
And the gulls fly over,
    For they have wings.

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