Oh, Golden globe;
Far out to sea,
You seem to beckon;
Call out to me,
You light a path
For me to follow,
Your voice is warm,
Not cold or hollow,
Though sorely tempted,
I must decline,
But wait once more
For you to shine.
The clouds moved by,
The wave crests danced,
But I couldn’t leave;
For I was entranced ...
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Oh, Golden globe;
Far out to sea,
You seem to beckon;
Call out to me,
You light a path
For me to follow,
Your voice is warm,
Not cold or hollow,
Though sorely tempted,
I must decline,
But wait once more
For you to shine.
The clouds moved by,
The wave crests danced,
But I couldn’t leave;
For I was entranced ...
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