Ollie Slaney Biography

Once upon a lucid dream,
I saw a man that seemed to grow,
And though I'm sure in flesh I'd seen
A man, he seemed to melt like snow.
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O little boat, why don't you take the waves?
Why sit in moor and rust into decline?
O wand'ring boat, do you not yearn to rage?
Cast off your shackles, storm out from the Tyne!
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From what great mountain were you carved? What stone
So precious, chiselled down, did see you made?
I wonder at which wondrous world could hone,
Which atoms could define your pastel shade.
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No star I saw, had ever shone so pure
It cursed my eyes yet kissed all else in sight.
Disturbed my youthful halcyon like an oar,
And chilled me with a lake of hallowed light.
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How does it feel, when all the Sun bursts in,
And all the globe acquires a sepia glow,
And all the warmth and fervour wherewithin,
Does melt away the solitude like snow?
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