Even Now First Light Dawns
Flood tide on flood tide; a night
Of storms awash in.
Dear, as brief a time will run
This pillowed grieving.
Mood of a morning after?
Look of a land then?
Sweetest chirped, smile-budding cracked
Quickly forgetten!
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