Quicksands

The land had end before the sea began
And fell half-way between the shore and sea:
As if creation halted in its plan
Over-awed by its task's immensity,
Bestowing less than chaos with a hand
Too opulent in width of sea and land—
The shore had end before the sea began.…
And neither boat went there; nor any man,
Nor any creature ventured perilously
On that grey space that was nor land nor sea…
For its grey wastes went down beneath the weight
Of the least shell that left no imprint there,
And the swift shorebird sought escape too late
If it buThesitated in the air.
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