TIDE

LOVE is a crystal sea
Of changing heights and depths
Within my breast, when she is near;
And my soul is bound to tides
Of inarticulate moods, that rise
Or fall more swiftly
Than my breath.

O Love, be still, be calm
And rest within my faith
That she will come again
To draw you from the deep
And lift your restless spirit
Upward toward the moon.

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