Dreams and Dust by Don Marquis
page 47 of 125 (37%)
page 47 of 125 (37%)
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Like a broken blossom,
Ever see the starlight Kiss her bruised bosom. Flight availeth nothing . . . Still the subtle beaches Draw you back where Horror Walks their shingled reaches . . . Ever shall your spirit Hear the surf resounding, Evermore the ocean Thwarting you and bounding; Vainly struggle inland! Lashing you and hounding, Still the vision hales you From the upland reaches, Goading you and gripping, Binds you to the beaches! Ever, ever, ever, Ever shall her laughter, Hunting you and haunting, Mock and follow after; Rising where the buoy-bell Clangs across the shallows, Leaping where the spindrift Hurtles o'er the hollows, Ringing where the moonlight |
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