Down to the sea,
That swallows up the estuary,
That follows the sun endlessly,
Until there is no more.
Down to the swan’s road
Like dripping water beads,
Past the drunk house in the dusk
That in the sunlight bleeds.
Until I first do see the white
Of blind bright shimmer shaking
Under a grey white sky of light
That gives as much as taking.
And though it’s cold as bones
As the sea spits open,
I at last do feel at home
By the sun sea sloping.
Until I first do see the white
Of blind bright shimmer shaking
Under a grey white sky of light
That gives as much as taking.
