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The Wake
The Wake
The white ship slides serene, wind-blown,
heedless of its human burthen
while laying wakes but swiftly flown.
Mile-on-mile the dance of heathen
sunbursts play on flashing waters
pretty as maids, or bonds that weaken
as the leaving fades. The snows that fought us
in winters past, tall drifts in proud array,
melt clear in spring before our youngest daugh...
Friday 13th December 2019 1:08 pm
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