Oh patron of the weary quells
Hesitates on sun-bleached sand
Soothed by the heat and waving grass
(If ever his attention fell
To driftwood from a foreign land
If should the sea-bird's stupor pass
Would thou deign unto my hand?)
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2017 00:31
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