To William Shelley
The billows on the beach are leaping around it, The bark is weak and frail, The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it...
This is a poetry & verse.
The billows on the beach are leaping around it, The bark is weak and frail, The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it Darkly strew the gale. Come with me, thou delightful child, Come with me, though the wave is wild, And the winds are loose, we must not stay, Or the slaves of the law may rend thee away.…
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