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Love gallops in On wing'ed waves A breath heaved up From the briny grays It climbs the shore Above its own As lovers do While love is known What passion gains Can not be held Though walls long built Are quickly felled Love tumbles in Then slips embrace So brief revealed Its truth Its grace In a hushed sustain The interval's spent For the eternal too Will soon have went When beckoned back By the mighty hand That leaves white whispers On the glassy sand And a lover alone With outstretched hands Who still feels love From where he stands And seeming parted Is not alone But gathering strength Amongst his own To wait the return To charge again To know love's means But never its end
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
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Love gallops in On wing'ed waves A breath heaved up From the briny grays It climbs the shore Above its own As lovers do While love is known What passion gains Can not be held Though walls long built Are quickly felled Love tumbles in Then slips embrace So brief revealed Its truth Its grace In a hushed sustain The interval's spent For the eternal too Will soon have went When beckoned back By the mighty hand That leaves white whispers On the glassy sand And a lover alone With outstretched hands Who still feels love From where he stands And seeming parted Is not alone But gathering strength Amongst his own To wait the return To charge again To know love's means But never its end
jules-bernard
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
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