Under sleep,
where all the waters meet
O Eliot!
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea...
Till human voices wake us, and we drown
O Eliot!
His soul stretched tight across the skies...
O Eliot!
Her hand twists a paper rose...
She is alone
O Eliot!
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall...
To be wonderful and youthful, after all
O Eliot!
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