The Vigil of Venus and Other Poems by "Q" by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
page 82 of 90 (91%)
page 82 of 90 (91%)
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Fetching--foul of keel,
Long-stray but fortunate-- Out of the fogs, the vast Atlantic solitudes. Shall, by the hawser-pin Waiting the signal _Leave--go--anchor!_ Scent the familiar, The unforgettable Fragrance of home; So in a long breath Bless us unknowing: Bless them, the violets, Bless me, the gardener, Bless thee, the giver. OF THREE CHILDREN OF THREE CHILDREN CHOOSING A CHAPLET OF VERSE You and I and Burd so blithe-- Burd so blithe, and you, and I-- The Mower he would whet his scythe Before the dew was dry. |
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