Frank Samuel Williamson

Australia
Frank Samuel Williamson
Australia
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Dreams Fsw

I seemed a waste of weary land,
Lone, grey, forsaken by the sea,
The keen sun smote my naked sand,
The sultry wind made sport of me.

Ah! pitiless the barren day,
The brooding horror of the night,
A fettered captive, prone I lay,
Fearing the darkness, and the light.
When summoned by the magic spell
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