Friday, April 13, 2012

Out of the Sunset's Red

OUT of the sunset's red
Into the blushing sea,

 The winds of day drop dead
 And dreams come home to me. --

 The sea is still,- and apart
 Is a stillness in my heart.
The night comes up the beach,
 The dark steals over all,

 Though silence has no speech
 I hear the sea-dreams call

 To my heart; -- and in reply
 It answers with a sigh.

William Stanley Braithwaite

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