Drawn Up Upon the Sand

Drawn up upon the sand
We gaze, aghast,
At all the hulks of those who've gone before;
The shipwreck shells of any foreign shore.
We do not reckon real
The yearning years
That strain us to their bosom, beat our tears
Into the salt-sea tides
And leave us last
To glory in the graces
Of our past.

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