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Age reputed, Firm against the raging winds, Winds that change, As change rescinds -- I Stand planted.

To a piper's nimble stroll at dawn Through shifting froth upon the beach Is all the more attention drawn By morning's subtle vision bleached. The twittered fading lofted voice Descended, courts my straining gaze. She stays or fares with equal choice To feast or fly into the haze.

And from this soul of balk, on stone implanted, Spirit limbs exhort appeal To bid of God to be enchanted Would these gnarled knees could kneel. Would this knotted heart could feel.

Though autumns add with silent chill Gelid strained, I