Where The Throat Is Narrow

I wandered lost, dry of lip waiting to be found and thus i hid them away. Pursued by only my green thoughts of the waves because of my need of my need of the foamy sea. Between the two great rocks I walked out upon one finger of sand. which; when released from my oceans bright valley, my peace comes to me for I thought of the extent of gray. I came to the ocean lastly and wildness and that it is black my being found and as for me the windless valley, ' You to me shouted; over the thunderous waves Be too me a kindness, left off to recede with the tide i ask of you come quickly recover me! ' But the tide where the throat is narrow and thirsty moved off around me inland, and me/you the ocean drank each wave and salt my sea, because i was floating face down; and it was though, as the bitter sea bitter in taste bitter the rain, i have now become as fresh as the new morning dawn.