Poems
THEME/S
(Suggested by a phrase from Milton)
The "utmost Indian isle,
Taprobane",
Where the soul is ringed by the coolness
Of a sleeping sea—
There the mute sages go,
Washing away A
ll touch of colour and climbing
The nameless gray
Of hills that give no answer
Across the foam
To the cry of wanderer ages
For an ultimate home.
But, reaching those still peaks,
Austerity's end,
They bring from the face of granite
The smile of a friend!
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