The rocks, lean fingers of the land,
Reach out into the sea
And cool themselves, all day long,
In the tide drippingly.
They catch the seaweed in them
And the starfish on their tips,
And gulls that light
And the swift flight
Of swallows skimming grey and white–
And spars of broken ships.
The moon, God’s perfect silver,
With which He pays the world
For toil and quest and day’s unrest,
Is washed on them and swirled.
And avidly they seize it,
Then let it slip away,
Only again
And yet again
To grasp at it–as eager men
At joy no hand can stay.
(Cale Young Rice)
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