FISH OF THE FLOOD
Fish of the flood, on the banked billow
Thou layest thy head in dreams;
Sliding as slides thy shifting pillow.
One with the streams
Of the sea is thy spirit.
Gean-tree, thou spreadest thy foaming flourish
Abroad in the sky so grey;
It not heeding if it thee nourish,
Thou dost obey,
Happy, its moving.
So, God, thy love it not needeth me,
Only thy life, that I blessed be.
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