We shall find
Dictions for rising, words for departure;
And time will be sufficient before that revel
To teach and order and rehearse the days
Till the days are accomplished: so now the dove
Makes assignations withe the olive tree,
Slurs with her voice the gesture of time:
The fay foundering, the dropping sun
Heavy, the wind a low portent of rain.


    — “Dictum: For a Masque of Deluge” by W. S. Merwin

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