Oarsmen Poem by Alice Evans

Oarsmen



We skim a silken surface;
And when the sheer swell parts,
A few swirly to the mysteries
Unfathomed by our arts.
The spot marked, we flash on,
Over the water cold,
West, sunward to the mysteries
Beyond the wake of gold.

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