Collected Poems 1901-1918 in Two Volumes - Volume II. by Walter De la Mare
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page 14 of 74 (18%)
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But pay she shall her golden locks
Instead of your penny." They sail away, they sail away, O fierce the winds blew! The foam flew in clouds, And dark the night grew! And all the wild sea-water Climbed steep into the boat; Back to the shore again Sail they will not. Drowned is the sailorman, Drowned is sweet Jenny, And drowned in the deep sea A bright silver penny. THE RAINBOW I saw the lovely arch Of Rainbow span the sky, The gold sun burning As the rain swept by. In bright-ringed solitude |
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