My beams of light will welcome home
The fisherman from out at sea
To where the scent of salt is sweetest
Along the white-foamed beach
You leave the sky as pink as when
You first teased the sun from sleep
Yet frivolous play subsides to dusk --
It is violet, where red and blue will meet
My splaying rays, your only guide
To the bluff contoured intricately
From the relentlessly undulating waves
That boiled until licking your oars clean
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