Come night I heard a Siren's call,
Burrowed 'neath a searing gale
Cross wind-whipped crag and bleakest grass-
Through hedgerows would it sail
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A beautiful poem written in the tradition of classics. It's written in smooth flow and rhyme is not imposed. The scene and the temptation have been described vividly.
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A beautiful poem written in the tradition of classics. It's written in smooth flow and rhyme is not imposed. The scene and the temptation have been described vividly.