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                        The star-green park a flash of moss
                        On these blue drenched trees. The head shape
                        Chill and white flare, tide,
                        A source of dark water-weed on the dome
                        Of St. James?

                        2

                        It was on that world, his line
                        Followed by a dozen bare lights.
                        They could not even wait for her charts
                        Of the North Stairs,
                        Sea-green Rigel.

                        3

                        Imagine a rolling storm-sky.
                        They reached the cairn, speeding
                        through methane, brought up
                        To go, for the shimmering plain.
                        She had been born...

                        4

                        And its ebb seemed more in tears
                        As they approached.
                        He was there, it was in the eyes
                        You, in the water; I’ll
                        To the ship now, to its moon.