The Sun, a circle of fire, pulls
On the Earth, a sphere of water,
Who pulls back as
Her ashen silver companion
Raises and releases her tides
As that same fire in the firmament
Grabs the water of the deep circles
Skyward the oceans, rivers and lakes
Along with the round reflecting dew
Are drawn from their terrestrial well
To the highness of heaven—
For only an instant
—And then comes their fall i...