From the poem The Man with the Blue Guitar by Wallace Stevens:
The sea drifts through the winter air.
It is the sea that the north wind makes.
The sea is in the falling snow.
This gloom is the darkness of the sea.
message in late Spring
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She flew I split
Then when she landed
I told her to stay--
She left me the message; late Spring
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