Poems
And only barren winds and waters spread
Where stars and moons and suns have ceased to be.
Where stars and moons and suns have ceased to be.
Night, with a veil athwart her quiet face,
Bends where the impetuous waves and foam- clouds race,
And gird the shore with shimmering zones of spray.
Bends where the impetuous waves and foam- clouds race,
And gird the shore with shimmering zones of spray.
Within her arms the moaning tempests rest,
And all the seas are gathered to her breast,
And all the lost and lingering tears of day.
And all the seas are gathered to her breast,
And all the lost and lingering tears of day.
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