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Show WHAT ARGOSIES OF THOUGHT? I You lie beside me, wakeful, but no word Abridges the small gulf from you to me. No restlessness, no need, no breath is heard And, poles apart, we race infinity. What seeking wish, what probe between the spheres, What argosies of thought in winging flight Have swept you past the boundaries of years And taken you in tow beyond the night ? And I am drowning in a sea of need, Adrift and anchorless with listing helm, Alone and will-less as a wind-bent reed, Untethered as a dream in some vast realm. At last you sigh. You reach and touch my hand And suddenly all space and time are spanned. |