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A Voice On The Wind

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She walks with the wind on the windy height
When the rocks are loud and the waves are white,
And all night long she calls through the night,
'O my children, come home!'
Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered cloud,
Tosses around her like a shroud,
While over the deep her voice rings loud,-
'O my children, come home, come home!

O my children, come home!'
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* Sunprincess * 22 January 2016

......the last stanza is so smazing ?

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Susan Williams 27 October 2015

Wow! I know that is not a very literary in-depth philosophical response but the man wows me with the range of topics and the range of style. I am glad he has left us so many poems to enjoy.

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