the early red river and the sea [Full Poem] [Temp 0.34]

the early red river and the sea,
And the last we can see the streets and breasts of stone and land,
And all the world were the prize of the sun,
The straining towering eyes upon the shadows of the river,
    the masts and streets and the sky,
The stars and steels and the sky, or the fields of the sky,
    the streets of the waters and the rest and trees,
The star-streaming call of the mad and the sun,
The soul--the stars are on the barns, the mighty brown bay singing,
The threatening the storm-called flowers of the soul,
The long-lived chain'd and round the fragrant showers they turn.

The orbs of the confounded us, the streets are closed,
The strong stars of the shapely wheeling tower and the storm,
The blue-beat, the ship of the mountains stand,
The strain of the bullets of the sunlight with the streets of the world,
The stars and the streets of the sky,
The wild winds of horses shine at all the stars are still
    and walls and swarts, the flags of the past, and the steamboat themselves are like a road
    the real and the streets,
The spirit of the priceless offspring of the earth and the
    very streets of the masters,
The sparkling traces of the waters and the streets and the stars,
The little children at last of the student looks at the streets,
In the hospital near his staff and song.

I see the travellers all over the sun,
I see the work of the world would be a song.

I am a fortune to me as I love,
I know that the son is not so song.

I am a few months and hands of men.

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The soldier, the past, the price of the rest, the sun is sailing the
    eternal war,
And all the world over and over and in the bowels,
The stars and the fighting and the stars and the blood of the earth and
    filth and scornful negligent and death--having proud without flapping shapes,
    and with its fierce sunset,
The master-man with the orchards that pass them there.