Now I am a Plant, a Weed,
Bending and swinging
On a Ricky ledge
And now I am a long brown gra**
Fluttering like flame
I am a reed
An old she'll singing
Forever the same
A drift of sedge
A white, white stone
A bone
Until I pa**
Into sand again
And spin and blow
To and fro, to and fro
On the edge of the sea
In the fading light---
For the light fades
But if you were to come you would not say:
"She is not waiting for me here; she has forgotten."
Have we not in play disguised ourselves as weed and stones and gra**
While the strange ships did pa**
Gently, gravely, leaving a curl of foam