The Voice Of The Sea Poem by George William Russell

The Voice Of The Sea

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THE SEA was hoary, hoary,
Beating on rock and cave:
The winds were white and weeping
With foam dust of the wave.

They thundered louder, louder,
With storm-lips curled in scorn—
And dost thou tremble before us,
O fallen star of morn?

Monday, May 7, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: lips,star
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George William Russell

George William Russell

Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland
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