Land By The Sea
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Land by the sea
Not fronting the ire of the winter waves
But looking on them from a safe retreat
Perpetually:
Ancient vessels shall sleep there
With sea-ghosts and sea-spirits
Seagulls fly circling
Lamenting
In a funereal way even in summer.
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