Now the tree
That has been stone
Is stone again:
Another age
With notice none
Of what has gone
And come again
Of mirth and pride
Is finally done.
Now the one
And only sage
Faces the sea
And every tide
Registers on
His roaring page
The change of bone
To ice, and stone
To flower and sea.
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