always the eye returns to the same view
of plain and river and the water there
forming a boundary of sun and air
so much i thought at once merged old and new
there was no voice to warn nothing to fear
always the eye returns to the same view
where each looks westward seeking for a clue
where day has vanished and the load of care
seems now to double and we are aware
always the eye returns to the same view
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