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We lying by seasand, watching yellow / And the grave sea, mock who deride / Who follow the red rivers, hollow / Alcove of words out of cicada shade,
For in this yellow grave of sand and sea / A calling for colour calls with the wind / That's grave and gay as grave and sea / Sleeping on either hand.
The lunar silences, the silent tide
Lapping the still canals, the dry tide-master / Ribbed between desert and water storm, / Should cure our ills of the water / With a one-coloured calm; / The heavenly music over the sand
Sounds with the grains as they hurry / Hiding the golden mountains and mansions / Of the grave, gay, seaside land.
Bound by a sovereign strip, we lie, / Watch yellow, wish for wind to blow away
The strata of the shore and drown red rock; / But wishes breed not, neither / Can we fend off rock arrival, / Lie watching yellow until the golden weather / Breaks, O my heart's blood, like a heart and hill.