You were here again last night,
Sliding through my mind
Like some ancient ocean current-
And I might have held you, but like your element,
Flowing on ceaselessly under the moon,
Your body obeyed its nature-
I was looking out for you, as though it were my purpose,
Like following a ghost across the surface of the sun-
And it seemed to me a hopeless mythology,
These midnight journeys
Undertaken, not for Helen,
But for the beauty of the sea-
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