FALL OF DEW
Sweet mortal boy who walks with me
Nearer and nearer the sleepy sea
Nearer and nearer the sleepy sea
Wherein we shall be separate
Drowning singly—it is late;
Drowning singly—it is late;
Now while my mind is clear and airy
I want to hurry, hurry, carry
I want to hurry, hurry, carry
All I may ever keep with me
Before it vanishes, to the sea;
Before it vanishes, to the sea;
Toward the salty sea I take
Dew from a little inland lake;
Dew from a little inland lake;
A lake that lay on a leaf, where
You wrung water from the air;
You wrung water from the air;
The sea has nothing to say to this;
I will dilute her salt with bliss;
I will dilute her salt with bliss;
However silent, it has been.
I am sleepy and serene.
I am sleepy and serene.
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