Atta’s Song (John Buchan Poems)
I will sing of thee, Great Sea-Mother,Whose white arms gatherThy sons in the ending:And draw them homewardFrom far sad marches—Wild ...
I will sing of thee, Great Sea-Mother,Whose white arms gatherThy sons in the ending:And draw them homewardFrom far sad marches—Wild ...
BLESSED are Pain, the smiter,And Sorrow, the uniter!For one afflicted lies-A symboled sacrifice-And all our rancor dies!No North, no South! ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
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