not nobler, just there

For some reason i've always liked this poem. i'm not sure exactly why -- some of it seems a bit cliched to my mind, rather waffly. But i like it anyway. Maybe it's to do with the just-there-ness of it. Just to be alive, and there. No more, no less.
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Sea Canes
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Half my friends are dead.
I will make you new ones, said earth.
No, give me them back, as they were, instead,
with faults and all, I cried.
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Tonight I can snatch their talk
from the faint surf's drone
through the canes, but I cannot walk
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on the moonlit leaves of ocean
down that white road alone,
or float with the dreaming motion
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of owls leaving earth's load.
O earth, the number of friends you keep
exceeds those left to be loved.
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The sea canes by the cliff flash green and silver;
they were the seraph lances of my faith,
but out of what is lost grows something stronger
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that has the rational radiance of stone,
enduring moonlight, further than despair,
strong as the wind, that through dividing canes
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brings those we love before us, as they were,
with faults and all, not nobler, just there.
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