The Swimmers (George Sterling Poems)
We were eight fishers of the western sea,Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,Where harsh with pines the herdless ...
We were eight fishers of the western sea,Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,Where harsh with pines the herdless ...
Good-bye, sweetheart, he said, and clasped her hand, And rained his kisses on her tear-wet face;Then broke away, and in a ...
Cast round me now your arms' cool wreath of white Forget the day's far wakening, and lie More close! Without, the weary world ...
Give me a little child To draw this dreary want out of my breast, I cried ...
'Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where ...
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