Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Mary Ruane

THE sky-like girl whom we knew !
She dresses herself to go to the fair
In a dress of white and blue ;
A white lace cap, and ribbons white
She wore in her hair ;
She does not hear in the night
Her mother crying for her,
Where,
Deep down in the sea,
She rolls and lingers to and fro
Unweariedly.

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