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I’ve watched the white clouds pantomime
The inner workings of my mind,
Where thought and feeling paint a scene
As if the blue sky were a dream.

5 I’ve watched the snow-bogged trees bend down
And shake their coats upon the ground
In order that they may reclaim
A straighter truth from whence they came.

I’ve watched the congress of the geese
10 Assemble in a perfect V
In order that they may keep sight
Of one another’s path of flight.

I’ve watched the flood tide turn its head
And slack before the coming ebb
15 Without want or predilection
Waiting for the moon’s direction.

I’ve watched the ocean lashed by wind,
Make a fool of the fishermen,
Who thought their knowledge of the sea
20 Ensured them some security.

But all this watching, knows not much,
For what are wind and sea and such,
The V of geese, the bent-down tree,
If nothing more than mystery?

		I’ve watched the white clouds pantomime
		The inner workings of my mind,
		Where thought and feeling paint a scene
		As if the blue sky were a dream.

5		I’ve watched the snow-bogged trees bend down
		And shake their coats upon the ground
		In order that they may reclaim
		A straighter truth from whence they came.

		I’ve watched the congress of the geese
10		Assemble in a perfect V
		In order that they may keep sight
		Of one another’s path of flight.

		I’ve watched the flood tide turn its head
		And slack before the coming ebb
15		Without want or predilection
		Waiting for the moon’s direction.

		I’ve watched the ocean lashed by wind,
		Make a fool of the fishermen,
		Who thought their knowledge of the sea
20		Ensured them some security.

		But all this watching, knows not much,
		For what are wind and sea and such,
		The V of geese, the bent-down tree,
		If nothing more than mystery?