[River.II.[xxii]][28th July 1971ff]

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28.7.71.[and later][continued]

River.  II.

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[xxii]

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                                                            Slowly, slowly, rain-mists fall

                                                            And my flood-tide swiftly flows

                                                            While the swooping sea-gulls call

                                                            And the sea-wind harder blows

                                                            And the air is growing cool

                                                            Through a mist of bitter tears

            Falling over London’s Pool,

            Michael, Fell-Child, swiftly peers.

            Now to us the thought comes clear:

            The Coaster, River-child!  Come here!

            So we recognise their power

            Turning quickly from the Tower

            And that power touches him

            Making brighter what was dim:

            His mind is opened, joining theirs;

            The brightness of their love will burn;

            He knows the World, its joys, its cares:

            ‘I love you, so, I will return.’

            Embracing him, they feel for me.

            So I bear them to the Sea.

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