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At Sea
(12 October 1875 - 1 December 1947 / Warwickshire, England)

At Sea

As night hath stars, more rare than ships
In ocean, faint from pole to pole,
So all the wonder of her lips
Hints her innavigable soul.

Such lights she gives as guide my barque;
But I am swallowed in the swell
Of her heart's ocean, sagely dark,
That holds my heaven and holds my hell.

In her I live, a mote minute
Dancing a moment in the sun:
In her I die, a sterile shoot
Of nightshade in oblivion.

In her my elf dissolves, a grain
Of salt cast careless in the sea;
My passion purifies my pain
To peace past personality.

Love of my life, God grant the years
Confirm the chrism - rose to rood!
Anointing loves, asperging tears
In sanctifying solitude!

Man is so infinitely small
In all these stars, determinate.
Maker and moulder of them all,
Man is so infinitely great!

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Comments (6)

Good Poem................................................................
incorrect - should be " In her myself" NOT ELF! !
Verse 4 should read In her my SELF dissolves - that elf typo has been reproduced many times online, but of course it makes no sense that way. At any rate, this is a magnificent poem.
Wow. The last stanza says so much! A nice write by the poet.
Aleister Amazing poetic skills here
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