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ἀλκυών
O, where roams your delicate soul
Does it yet travel the seas
gliding afar with the Arctic tern
or is its delight in quieter waters
in dappled river pools or streams
Is it content to rest in the cool damp shade of the willow
watching minnows play
diving among the nymphs
and sacred lotus
...
Tuesday 13th February 2018 11:23 pm
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