Alex Hoffmann Poems

Guided by her gentle whisper I sail,
I fly under Thine eye through the waters of old,
Heeling over, I wish the current not to prevail.
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Of beauty unseen,
and manner like a queen,
she dances with me,
like a child of thirteen
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On that night the news spread through
I would believe it not.
The monger continued forth,
and I stood there looking North,
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