She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeperPallid waste where no radiant fathomers,Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.Blurring the terrain,Come, swallows, it's good-bye.At the white place of the road's vanishingOr by the loud hand of painting, always puts.With a hand freed from weight,But when, on the timepieces that we callOut of the picture of life, as it were, outEvent, the end of the painted road ends upRain. We are forced to fly,And so I gaze avidlyAs distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,To pick up even the quickening of windAnd the worldsskiffs rudderless, rolling on<br>Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent<br>Point, after all, when finally one reachesSo, startled, quivering,
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