The Graveyard By The Sea
T Tom Billsborough
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This tranquil roof, where the doves parade,
Shimmers among the pines, among the tombs.
Midday, the Just, composes there from fires
The sea, the sea, always recommencing!
Oh, what recompense after deep thought
Is a long glance over the Gods' calm.
What pure effort of quick lightening
Devour many diamonds of invisible foam
And what peace seems to be conceived
When the sun rests above the abyss,
The pure creations of the Eternal Cause.
Time sparkles and the dream is knowledge!
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