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As the salt carries, on the air,

Through the maples and the ragweed,

Up to the window and over the hair

And shoulders, a part of the sea ;

As the sea swells in the maples,

And as the idea of it

Varies in light before the eyes

And the brighter tree branches split ;

As milkblood undulates into the air,

Earthblood runs up into the fire

Of their departing foliage :

So word is carried in its sound.

The maples sea-sea from the ground,

Knowing nothing of their carriage.