Constant Keep
The swells are deep
and constant keep,
these walls of sea around me.
But now and then,
they'll lift me up
enough to see my boundary.
I never learned
to read the stars
the way that sailors do.
I see the moon,
the bright North Star,
and both the Dippers, too.
So never quit, constant sound,
the wind and waves are true.
And when I find a solid ground,
I'll know just what to do.
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