Now I will relinquish; now I will let loose. Now I will at last free the checked, the jerked back desire to be spent, to be consumed. We will gallop together over desert hills where the
swallow dips her wings in dark pools and the pillars stand entire. Into
the wave that dashes upon the shore, into the wave that flings its
white foam to the uttermost corners of the earth I throw my violets, my
offering to Percival. -- The Waves (119)
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