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 And the sea grey under it. Her eyes blurred. She seemed to be looking backward thousands of years Across grey water. She stared out across Centuries of grey sea light and the black sail Went on and on. She said, We have known this thing A long time—there is a thing we know— The light grew fainter, fainter. The ship fell, Vanished— She went up through the dark garden. She put her hand into the earth. Do you think the dead will come from the sea ever? Do the dead come out of the sea? Do the dead rise From the sea, from the salt pools, from the stale water?