He lived below this white cliff
In a cave by the ocean’s shore
To no particular society
He recited
Long ago poets of old
Such as Blake, Tennyson, and Poe
But the grey ocean’s natural roar
Like tomorrows and ages before
Rolled over his words
And left him, my ancestor, submerged.
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 6:56 PM UTC
He lived below this white cliff
In a cave by the ocean’s shore
To no particular society
He recited
Long ago poets of old
Such as Blake, Tennyson, and Poe
But the grey ocean’s natural roar
Like tomorrows and ages before
Rolled over his words
And left him, my ancestor, submerged.
