O, give me burning blue
and brittle burnt sea-weed above the tide-line,
as I stand, still unsatisfied,
under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.


The Flowering of the Rod (1946), pt. 4


O, give me burning blue and brittle burnt sea-weed above the tide-line, as I stand, still unsatisfied, under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.

O, give me burning blue and brittle burnt sea-weed above the tide-line, as I stand, still unsatisfied, under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.

O, give me burning blue and brittle burnt sea-weed above the tide-line, as I stand, still unsatisfied, under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.

O, give me burning blue and brittle burnt sea-weed above the tide-line, as I stand, still unsatisfied, under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.