I hear wailing.
Great ships are sailing
Into your arms; and nevermore
They port on any shore.
Ghost of the mist,
Keep your ancient tryst!
Back to the lone lanes of the sea
Slip silently
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
I hear wailing.
Great ships are sailing
Into your arms; and nevermore
They port on any shore.
Ghost of the mist,
Keep your ancient tryst!
Back to the lone lanes of the sea
Slip silently
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