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XIV
THE WRECKS DISSOLVE ABOVE US
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar—
Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white
sea-snakes are.
XV
IN THE WOMB OF THE WORLD
Here, in the womb of the world—here on the tie-ribs of earth
Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat—
Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth—
For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet.
