Flows The Water Slow Yet

Flows the water slow yet steady in under currents flowing twilight-red as the dusk lengthens over the bastions walls and the ancient city: flow the waters slow yet steady. the old oak to-night on the waters flows objecting to human eyes, curious human eyes, my mother, the old oak now rides the waves On the shorn bough of the old oak no birds nor rustling but boughs and leaves dream silent as they sail through the old Port out, out into the deep seas open immense and the night beckons here here only the night beckons above the moon and the white stars and tempest kept in check by gloom herself flows the water slow yet steady in under currents flowing twilight-red as the dusk lengthens over the bastions walls and the ancient city: flow the waters slow yet steady.