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  Of what are they gossiping? God knows. And God knows it matters little for we cannot understand them. Yet it is certainly of the sea, of that there can be no question. It is a quiet sound. Rest! That's all I care for now. The smell of them will put us to sleep presently. Smell! It is the sea water mingling here into the river— at least so it seems—perhaps it is some- thing else—but what matter?

The sea water! It is quiet and smooth here! How slowly they move, little by little trying the hawsers that drop and groan with their agony. Yes, it is certainly of the high sea they are talking. 

WINTER SUNSET

Then I raised my head and stared out over the blue February waste to the blue bank of hill with stars on it 