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I. IMPROMPTUS by Solomon S. Drogin

77. A passive evening

The river raged, bursting
	Its angry waters harbor sought
The dark clouds, ill omen.
	Would the bark safely sail?

Mightily he strove to man her
	And like a capricious lass
She heeded first this rise
	And there that swirl of torrent

Tired, exhausted yet on,
	Struggled he, knowing the fight
To an end had come, and
	That the river now subdued would rise

Let her boil to destroy him
	Let passion seek her prey
But while life is there and
	Love to protect, let 'em, we'll live.