Poems
THEME/S
The sea, one quivering grey,
Is wroth that ample day
Has gone with its hours of golden spume and spray.
Soon night's deep mood
Sinks in: now fades all sullen stress
Of time-loss: mystery-hued
The sea foam-flecks to eternal s arriness.
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