Fragment - Moonrise At Sea.
With lips that were hoarse with a fury Of foam and of winds that are strewn, Of storm and of turbulent hurry, The ocean roared, heralding soon A birth of miraculous glory, Of madness, affection - the moon. And soon from her waist with a slipping And shudder and clinging of light, With a loos'ning and pushing and ripping Of the raven-laced bodice of Night, With a silence of feet and a dripping The goddess came, virginal white. And the air was alive with the twinkle And tumult of silver-shod feet, The hurling of stars, and the sprinkle Of loose, lawny limbs and a sweet Murmur and whisper and tinkle Of beam-weaponed moon spirits fleet.
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