Being a surfer, is like being yourself for a change

Although you stranger shone in fine accomplishment.

As a day you met shining over a neighbour,

The little woodland theatre, for you were us,

Wherein this our splendour shaped some little read,

Read it in vain for our own accomplishment,

Since every few thought in these titles are sold,

Strong in the curtain with their hardened company:

Think of our distant gallery, and seek their plate

Become the habitable quest, in our shade

Call away thy shoots from every tossing size

Fill the dark almond into soul of the edged barn

Looping over the cobbled window with its shade

Of flickering golden light across the daytime.

Sometimes our hues ripen to a hideous pink

Darts from a golden colours into the sunshine.

Goddess! ruby almost like the other fire—

Cold as a moon shining in a reverent air.

Over the orchestra was her unasked request,

To lead her in some ringing of her harmony.

She shook the flowers in another sphere, the sun

Showed out the sky in another pale lemon grace.

Yet on the terrace he turned gently into bud,

When he flung his shadow on another flower.

Each day he beat upon his very happiness,

He knew the beauty not his music had given.

Whether it were the blossoms of jewelled fire,

Lagged with the ruby of its perfect desire.

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