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.
Verse from The second book of the Rhymers Club | ||