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To my friend Margaret
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You left this world a few days ago...
I just can say I miss you deeply...
As I know you loved the nature
and mostly the huge Atlantic Ocean here I
am offering you
these verses...
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May God bless you my dear!
~ 1953-2004 ~
Sea Lullaby
The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood, |
She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him To death, for a joke. |
A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk, |
Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy. |
The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murderd today. |
Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
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By
Elinor Wylie
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Sea Shell
By
Amy Lowell
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
sing me a song, O please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
and parrots, and tropical trees,
of islands lost in the Spanish
Main
which no man ever may
find again,
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of fishes and corals under
the waves,
and seahorses stabled in
great green caves.
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
sing of the things you
know so well.
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The secret of the sea
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Ah! What pleasant visions
haunt me as I gaze upon the sea!
All the old romantic legends,
all my dreams, come back to me.
Sails of silk and ropes of sandal, |
How he heard the ancient
helmsman chant a song so wild and clear,
that the sailing
sea-bird slowly poised upon
the mast to hear,
till his soul was
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such as gleam in ancient lore;
and the singing of the sailors,
and the answer from the shore!
Most of all, the Spanish ballad
haunts me oft, and tarries long, |
full of longing,
and he cried, with impulse strong,
"Helmsman! for the love of heaven, teach me, too, that wondrous song!" "Wouldst thou," so the helmsman answered, |
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of the noble Count Arnaldos
and the sailor's mystic song.
Like the long waves on a sea-beach,
where the sand as silver
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"Learn the secret of the sea?
Only those who brave its dangers comprehend its mystery!"
In each sail that skims the horizon, |
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shines, with a soft, monotonous cadence,
flow its unrhymed
lyric lines: telling how the Count Arnaldos,
with his hawk upon his hand, |
in each landward-blowing breeze,
I behold that stately galley,
hear those mournful melodies;
till my soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea, |
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saw a fair and stately galley,
steering onward to the land;
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and the heart of the great ocean
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Created on April, 01,
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