Because my Brook is fluent I know 'tis dry - Because my Brook is silent It is the Sea - And startled at it's swelling I try to flee To where the Strong assure me Is "no more Sea".
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care - For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted Crew.
I should not dare to be so sad So many Years again - A Load is first impossible When we have put it down - The Superhuman then withdraws And we who never saw The Giant at the other side Begin to perish now.
To make Routine a Stimulus Remember it can cease - Capacity to Terminate Is a specific Grace - Of Retrospect the Arrow That power to repair Departed with the Torment Become, alas, more fair.
What we see we know somewhat Be it but a little - What we dont surmise we do Though it shows so fickle I shall vote for Lands with Locks Granted I can pick 'em - Transport's doubtful Dividend Patented by Adam.
Somehow myself survived the Night And entered with the Day - That it be saved the Saved suffice Without the Formula. Henceforth I take my living place As one commuted led - A Candidate for Morning Chance But dated with the Dead.