The Sea's Loneliness
Lonely is I'ie water, and lite ship friendless, Moving remote and slowly up the islands, Having no part with hills or valleys or headlands, But gazing at them each becoming clearer, Ami boats in the ripple water not so far now Returning home into their native harbour. There arc white houses, piled high in the harbour. 'There arc feathered headlands full of bonfires. And'crumbling brown fields ploughing, and the sea-gulls At furrow clear to gaze on through the glasses; Around the lonely ship the gulls go szvooping. But never join us to the fortunate ploughland. 0 happy arc they who live here, landed home. On these their islands that we gaze at alien; IVc have no shadow of part with those who live here, But only vertical cliffs we have and the tumbling llMvcs of unending sea; not here our headlands. Remoter they and lonely thither sailing. —George Allen, in the Atlantic Monthly.
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Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 208, 30 May 1936, Page 20
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156The Sea's Loneliness Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 208, 30 May 1936, Page 20
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