Embarcation

Slowly the great wave of a nation's sorrow

Rises and swells and surges.

From unseen depths it comes,

From very far away.

Silently, relentlessly, it moves

Forward, forward, forward-

Until at last, with a profound reverberation,

It breaks upon the grey, inevitable rock

And falls back, broken into fragments

That seethe in restless foam.

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