Inspired by Robert Tracy’s “Refreshing”.

Thou, over the dark blue water,
Thou, with the sun on thy face through the broken clouds,
Thou, worth more to me than the earth or sky,
Or all the thick-grown trees between,
Thou, nakedly perfect, perfectly serene,
With a questing look in thy kind calm eye,
As first one living to give hope life,
And first in my seeing to be my wife,
Where second is none, none ever for me,
But the first of firsts, everlastingly,
Great freshness of spring that in being’s thine,
Thou, thou art the spring, and the spring is mine.

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