 | Verse from The second book of the Rhymers Club |  |
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[Oh what know they of harbours]
Oh what know they of harbours
Who toss not on the sea!
They tell of fairer havens,
But none so fair there be
Who toss not on the sea!
They tell of fairer havens,
But none so fair there be
As Plymouth town outstretching
Her quiet arms to me,
Her breast's broad welcome spreading
From Mewstone to Penlee.
Her quiet arms to me,
Her breast's broad welcome spreading
From Mewstone to Penlee.
Ah with this home-thought, darling,
Come crowding thoughts of thee—
Oh, what know they of harbours
Who toss not on the sea!
Come crowding thoughts of thee—
Oh, what know they of harbours
Who toss not on the sea!
Ernest Radford.
95
THE WAIL OF THE DECADENT
Oh Heart of Man!What ills torment, what passions tear
The heart of man!
The Muses gathered in a clan
All, all with sad consent, declare
The burden is too hard to bear,
Oh Heart of Man!
Ernest Radford.
| Verse from The second book of the Rhymers Club | |