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I want to run to the
sea, the sea,
The cool, empty sea,
I want to run to the sea, the sea,
And sit there just to be.
I want to run to the sea, t..
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I sat upon the dewy-masked turf and closed my eager eyelids
to the wind. To my right, my book-deadened bag was discarded; instead, my light-fingered ..
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Sleep
comes like death does,
Cold and quietly, silent,
Until nothing remains.
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O darkness, aloof messenger of dreams,
In whom nightly noises creep fleetingly home,
You share in my silence as would a friend.
Deep pools of empt..
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Covered in Ivy and dew,
The little lark sits and cries,
For her love has stole away,
Caged for human eyes to play.
Brave faced she struggles on,..
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The
wind was wailing over the empty moors
Sodden with rain and frailty
The wind was crying for its loss,
But his love was as invisible as he.
T..
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The
sun casts long sighs o’er the cathedral,
Casting reflected light into mine eye
Whilst Bruges starts to sleep, I see the steeple
Drenche..
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Your soul is like a summer wind;
Easy and light, subtly sweet,
And moves through my heart like a snowstorm.
I am no answer to you, but your eyes sa..
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Imagine a deep pool,
blue and scented like frost,
Sitting in a crook of a small, lonely brook,
Under the shade of a bear and barren oak.
The sunli..
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The heather grows on
the heath,
Soft and sweet in the heat,
And the sky, blue-bell bright, covers the trees,
And the sandy ground underfoot.
I fe..
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