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At last the barges went no more, and there were fewer lights; shaped timbers no longer floated down the fairway, and there came instead old wind uprooted trees in all their natural simplicity. AT LAST THE BARGES WENT NO MORE AND THERE WERE FEWER LIGHTS SHAPED TIMBERS NO LONGER FLOATED DOWN THE FAIR WAY AND THERE CAME INSTEAD OLD WIND UPROOTED TREES IN ALL THEIR NATURAL SIMPLICITY
of the ebb, and gathered my bones from the marge of sunny isles, and gleaned them all along the mainland's shores, and went rocking northwards till it came to the mouth of the Thames, and there turned westwards its relentless face, and so went up the river and came to the hole in the mud, and into it dropped my bones; and partly the mud covered them, and partly it left them white, for the mud cares not for its forsaken things. Then the ebb came, and I saw the dead eyes of the houses and the jealousy of the other forgotten things that the storm had not carried thence. And some more centuries passed over the ebb and flow and over the loneliness of things for gotten. And I lay there all the while in the careless grip of the mud, never wholly covered, yet never able to go free, and I longed for the great caress of the warm Earth or the comfortable lap of the Sea. Sometimes men found my bones and buried them, but the tradition never died, and my friends' successors always brought them back. ID AT ONCE THE WORK OF THE EBB AND GATHERED MY BONES FROM THE MARGE SUNNY ISLES AND GLEAMED THEM ALL ALONG THE MAINLAND SHORES AND WENT ROCKING NORTHWARDS TILL IT CAME TO THE MOUTH OF THE THAMES AND THERE TURNED WESTWARD TO ITS RELENTLESS FACE AND SO WENT UP THE RIVER AND CAME TO THE HOLE IN THE MUD AND INTO IT DROPPED MY BONES AND PARTLY THE MUD COVERED THEM AND PARTLY IT LEFT THEM WHITE FOR THE MUD CARES NOT FOR ITS FORSAKEN THINGS THEN THE EBB CAME AND I SAW THE DEAD EYES OF THE HOUSES AND THE JEALOUSY OF THE OTHER FORGOTTEN THINGS THAT THE STORM HAD NOT CARRIED THENCE AND SOME MORE CENTURIES PASSED OVER THE EBB AND FLOW AND OVER THE LONELINESS OF THINGS FORGOTTEN AND I LAY THERE ALL THE WHILE IN THE CARELESS GRIP OF THE MUD NEVER WHOLLY COVERED YET NEVER ABLE TO GO FREE AND I LONGED FOR THE GREAT CARESS OF THE WARM EARTH OR FOR THE COMFORTABLE LAP OF THE SEA SOMETIMES MEN FOUND MY BONES AND BURIED THEM BUT THE TRADITION NEVER DIED AND MY FRIEND'S SUCCESSORS ALWAYS BROUGHT THEM BACK
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