‘We will lay this thing here’ Thus spake the voice of the sea, Murmuring wearily – In the rock’s ear – Then the green laver rose, Shook out her folds and cried, Before the rising tide ‘Let me repose – Stir not my rest O sea, With dead things in these silent deeps, ... read full story
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