Daisy

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The water sparkles and gurgles

the merry current leads you on

--everything is picturesque and perfect

the trees are THAT shade of green;

the water is THAT lovely sheen;

the sky is THAT brilliant blue,

where THAT is the best you could have dreamed of,

and long you float along

--or is it short?

--it seems at once to be a breath and an age--

when wider does the water get

and fewer stand the trees

and soon your boats begin to rock

in salty waves and breeze

and river becomes ocean

but you cannot desert your devotion

--you turn to beat against the ebb

to row back against the flow

you beat on,

as your sylvan dream recedes

against the current you beat on

ceaselessly reaching for the past

for THAT green

for THAT sheen

for THAT blue

and your strivings do you justice--in what may be breath or age

--the river mouth is yours

but the current beats against you

and the banks are new and strange

and THAT which you have dreamed of

has gone and come back changed.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 03, 2017 ⏰

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