Friday, December 30, 2016

Dorothy Parker / The Sea



THE SEA

by Dorothy Paker

Who lay against the sea, and fled,
Who lightly loved the wave,
Shall never know, when he is dead,
A cool and murmurous grave.

But in a shallow pit shall rest
For all eternity,
And bear the earth upon the breas
That once had worn the sea.


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