Narrow teeth of shouting mouths Rest your weary hearts The solemn sighs Of better men Have set us free from fear- Your homes all marched away Stirring with the tides Far flung archipelagos Soon to be our homelands Once were we strangers Now we live alone
The poem begins by addressing "shouting mouths" and telling them to rest. Something has been settled, and the speaker says the "solemn sighs / Of better men" have freed everyone from fear. It sounds like relief, almost a lullaby for people worn out by arguing.
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