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WHEREFORE, COURAGE
Along the grey and saturated shoreA grey sea creeps. There is no wave in sight;
With gentle ripple and with sad, faint sound,
The evening tide flows in. A wind from shore
Blows cool by fits; dark clouds about the West
Take angry colours; and the blue looks dim,
When o'er the sea that pale blue light looms forth.
Will not one star above the waters shine
High over tide and coast? . . . But, see, the moon—
The moon late born—a slender line of light
Shews faintly towards the West, 'twixt stormy clouds.
The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | ||