 The Western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land; And never...  The New Monthly Belle Assemblée - Sivu 62Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | Paul Brandon - 2002 - 386 sivua
...returning to the cold, empty bothy. port three SWIM THE MOON The Western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand. As far as the eye could see. The rolling mist came down and hid the land, And never home came she. — Charles... | |
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