The Outlet

First print poem XI, 11
J poem 162 | Fr poem 219

My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh, sea, look graciously!

I’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks, —
Say, sea, take me!

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