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I must go up to the shore again, to the coast and the glowering sun,
And all I ask is place to stand, and dry land on which to run;
And the sand's squeak and the bird's shriek, and the white clouds racing,
And the wavering haze on the land's face, and the loud waves breaking.
I must go up to the land again, for the call of the sun-baked plain
Is a heady call and a steady call that can not be restrained;
And all I ask is a scorched path and the crackling dry grass swaying,
And the flung dust of the wind's gust, and sound of the land-beasts braying.
I must go up to the shore again, to the tideless burns and the brakes,
To the worm's way, and the wolves way, and the saltless looking-glass lakes
And all I ask is a plagiarised verse from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
And all I ask is place to stand, and dry land on which to run;
And the sand's squeak and the bird's shriek, and the white clouds racing,
And the wavering haze on the land's face, and the loud waves breaking.
I must go up to the land again, for the call of the sun-baked plain
Is a heady call and a steady call that can not be restrained;
And all I ask is a scorched path and the crackling dry grass swaying,
And the flung dust of the wind's gust, and sound of the land-beasts braying.
I must go up to the shore again, to the tideless burns and the brakes,
To the worm's way, and the wolves way, and the saltless looking-glass lakes
And all I ask is a plagiarised verse from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
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