Waiting for the Wisps of marbled moonlight, I stand ashore, While seaward Waves more felt than heard Creep ponderously coastwise. When cloud-curtains part Reluctantly To my silent, aching 'plause, Moonbeams dance Over dappled waters Clear and cold. The foam spins as the combers Roll from the dark horizon Toward a sandy rendezvous, Blending with beach And rock, Throwing themselves ashore In endless abandonment Resolute, without remorse or fear Of oblivion. The moonlight calls to me With a cry Only swooping gulls May fathom-- And while the wind Begs me bathe In her insistent breath, I stand unhap'ly rooted 'Twixt sea and shore, A creature of neither sky Nor surging spray, Whose twisted grasp Cannot hold either moonbeams Or the restless waves. Like the hunchback, I gaze, awestruck and filled with love I cannot understand At the things I love, But cannot possess. For these, I would risk my life--; Yet, in the end Lie sick with despair, crying "All in vain! All in vain!" While the rain Peppers the pebbled beach In whose stolid stones Rest all the pain Of earth's flickering ages. Why must moonbeams Be so softly sweet? Why must seagulls soar On angelic wings of white? Why must waves Break majestically on beaches Smooth as silk? Why must these things Call to me, Play the strings of my heart So skillfully That willfully I am drawn to the water's edge? With one plunge All would end And waves and sky and wind And I would then be one Til forevers all were done. But in that lover's bath I hear a laugh Which stays my seaward steps For fear The pounding roar Covers emptiness Love cannot fill.
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