 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
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A NIGHT PIECE
On the drench'd sands and shallow, windless sea,On that one boat which rocks, with one bare mast,
At anchor, on a hundred naked groynes,
And on the desolate and sinking house,
With crumbling turrets facing towards the tide,
There falls, like stillness on the close of Time—
In soft and mournful mist—the sad, grey night.
| The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | |