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 :::"MANY WATERS"

BRIGHT and terrible Love, From the depths of your bitter sea, I turn my eyes to your planet above, Tender and luminous, O Love — And its splendour healeth me. Tender and large you swim into sight, A Lotus, a lamp of liquid light. You lean on the sunset and draw the night As the night draws the sea. Your tide is bitter, O terrible Love, In which I sink and drown, But large and luminous, high above, Your planet still looks down, And the bitter waves that go over me   Are bright with your serenity.