For a Bird
Evening willow calls
Low across the brambling sand
A bird cries alone
Sunset bids farewell
To the moaning surf and bar
A gull flies through dark
The sky no sound makes
With thunder or wind or plane
Promise of us gone
Evening willow calls
To moaning surf at the bar
I to distant star
Let night comes silent
Then, and heart waves be so still
A bird flies alone
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