From The Pentlands Looking North And South (John Buchan Poems)
Around my feet the clouds are drawnIn the cold mystery of the dawn;No breezes cheer, no guests intrudeMy mossy, mist-clad ...
Around my feet the clouds are drawnIn the cold mystery of the dawn;No breezes cheer, no guests intrudeMy mossy, mist-clad ...
I will sing of thee, Great Sea-Mother,Whose white arms gatherThy sons in the ending:And draw them homewardFrom far sad marches—Wild ...
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