Red
Seas
Spume
White
Dark of night
Fort
Eye
Bastion
Palm tree
Swinging
Night-wind
Bleeding
Nightingale
Solitary
Singing
The
Rest
Of
Nightingales
On
Strike
The
Crests
Of
Clouds
In
Heaven
Ride
And simultaneous rest
The heart
It glides
Amorous and
Serene
Yet
Still
it
Rests!
The
Mother
Went
Away
I
Went
By
Her tomb
To stay
The
Cemetery
Had
Life
Teeming
Not in mass
In
Energy
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