Wind and Sea
The wind wails a wanton tune
while I wander near the sea.
Westward war writes warning runes,
where wary worlds watch the ley.
Do I doubt the drunken dream…
a dirge drumming on the shore?
Dull dubious duty seems
to feed like a fateful sore!
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