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I shall arise and raise a glass To writhing verse and broken prayer And pass through minutes of neglect I hoped I’d find you there The hazel wood is rich with fairies The Sirens move through dappled grass Fervidly chased by child or lover And I shall rise and watch them pass Long were my days when the summer came But the fishermen bade me beware Dark as red wine was the sea that I sailed I just prayed that I might find you there For the ocean was dressed in its fancy Of sea nymphs and monsters of glass Often fought by hero and wizard O I hoped that you might let them pass Well, in all of this rumour and roaring I had cast my soul to the sea And passed through neglect and high fancy And hoped that there you’d find me
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 8:36 AM UTC
Song of the Wandering Seafarer
I shall arise and raise a glass To writhing verse and broken prayer And pass through minutes of neglect I hoped I’d find you there The hazel wood is rich with fairies The Sirens move through dappled grass Fervidly chased by child or lover And I shall rise and watch them pass Long were my days when the summer came But the fishermen bade me beware Dark as red wine was the sea that I sailed I just prayed that I might find you there For the ocean was dressed in its fancy Of sea nymphs and monsters of glass Often fought by hero and wizard O I hoped that you might let them pass Well, in all of this rumour and roaring I had cast my soul to the sea And passed through neglect and high fancy And hoped that there you’d find me
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Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 8:36 AM UTC
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