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The grey gulls drift across the bay / Softly and still as flakes of snow / Against the thinning fog. All day / I sat and watched them come and go; / And now at last the sun was set, / Filling the waves with colored fire / Till each seemed like a jewelled spire / Thrust up from some drowned city. Soon / From peak and cliff and minaret / The city's lights began to wink, / Each like a friendly word. The moon / Began to broaden out her shield, / Spurting with silver. Straight before / The brown hills lay like quiet beasts / Stretched out beside a well-loved door, / And filling earth and sky and field / With the calm heaving of their breasts.
Nothing was gone, nothing was changed, / The smallest wave was unestranged / By all the long ache of the years / Since last I saw them, blind with tears.