Author: E. J. Pratt

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• Susanna Kearsley (1)
  • IN: Sophia's Secret (2008) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Come home! the year has left you old; Leave those grey stones; wrap close this shawl Around you for the night is cold; Come home! he will not hear your call. No sign awaits you here but the beat Of tides upon the strand, The crag's gaunt shadow with gull's feet Imprinted on the sand, And spars and sea-weed strewn Under a pale moon. Come home! he will not hear your call; Only the night winds answer as they fall Along the shore, And evermore Only the sea-shells On the grey stones singing, And the white foam-bells Of the North Sea ringing.
    FROM: On the Shore, (1923), Poem, Canada