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Eileen Duggan

The Tides Run Up the Wairau


The tides run up the Wairau
That fights against their flow.
My heart and it together
Are running salt and snow.
 
For though I cannot love you,
Yet, heavy, deep, and far,
Your tide of love comes swinging,
Too swift for me to bar.
 
Some thought of you must linger,
A salt of pain in me,
For oh what running river
Can stand against the sea?
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