The Sea-Child (Eliza Cook Poem)
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love, And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee ...
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