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Sing me an old-age lullaby that soothes
Each age-old plaint of a bewildered heart.
Vision me a melody that lingers
Easy in the hallways east of dreams,
Naked once again to passion singers
Touch with the precision of their art,
Yearning neither joy nor pain removes.
From Brighton Head the dark ship moves
Offshore to wait its part.
Unbind the moon, O pale-eyed singers!
Regard what the hour redeems.
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Nicholas Gordon
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