Acceptation

Blue sky, grey stones, and the far sea,
The lark's song, trilling over me;
Grey stones, blue sky, and the green weed —
You have no sense that I can read;
Nor on the wind's breath passing by
Comes any meaning melody!
Blue sky, grey stones, and the far sea,
Lark's song, green weed, wind melody —
You are! And must accepted be!
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