Watch the Lights Fade Robinson Jeffers Gray steel, cloud-shadow-stained, The ocean takes the last lights of evening. Loud is the voice and the foam lead-color, And flood-tide devours the sands. Here stand, like an old stone, And watch the lights fade and hear the sea's voice. Hate and despair take Europe and Asia, And the sea-wind blows cold. Night comes: night will claim all. The world is not changed, only more naked: The strong struggle for power, and the weak Warm their poor hearts with hate. Night comes: come into the house, Try around the dial for a late news-cast. These others are America's voices: naive and Powerful, spurious, doom-touched. How soon? Four years or forty? Why should an old stone pick at the future? Stand on your shore, old stone, be still while the Sea-wind salts your head white. --

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