John Masefield (Remove filter)
The Lion Queen
I must go down to the sea again, to the Lion Man and his shack
To follow the Lion Queen again on her sand blown, rocky track
To hear the heaving ocean, Breakers thundering on the shore
Where the whale bones bleach under pitiless skies
And the wind whispers “never more”
Never more to the Queen of the lion clan
Who bestrode these shattered wastes
Oblivious to the eyes of the man
All alon...
Wednesday 5th June 2024 5:08 pm
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