Far towers loom before
And guide me to the shore
They are beacons for the Sea

Loved yet loved not--me
More the half-heard rhyme
In subtle ears each to each

More the rainbow's fleshen peach
To arc our form of Time
And calm the stricken eye

As senses purify
True color into worth
Redeem the ancient sorrow
The rivers of tomorrow
Were blood within the Earth

So plow and hum and plaith
And unneed Why
We bear this life in Faith

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