charles tomlinson griffes - sorrow o' mydath lyrics
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weary the cry of the wind is, weary the sea
weary the heart and the mind and the body of me
would i were out of it, done with it, would i could be
a white gull crying along the desolate sands!
outcast, derelict soul in a body accurst
standing drenched with the spindrift standing athirst
for the cool green waves of death to arise and burst
in a tide of quiet for me on the desolate sands
would that the waves and the long white hair of the spray
would gather in splendid terror and blot me away
to the sunless place of the wrecks where the waters sway
gently, dreamily quietly over desolate sands!
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