At_Last

Mist G.F.E. McGuiness In eerie quiet peace, as here, Beauty of the sea Steeped of sleepy fogging mists Beauty of the sea Breathless ageless cliffs appear Beauty of the sea Wind distressed and ocean kissed Beauty of the sea Rocky faces, turning, Jut Beauty of the sea In failing play Of dithering light. Beauty of the sea Tombs of evening's onyx Butt Beauty of the sea Sacrificed to wraiths of night. Beauty of the sea Swirling curling Hope, revisioned, Ever strayed Never fades. Braced of eerie quiet peace Beauty of the sea Midst ill tempered tiers of stone Beauty of the sea Inexpressive cliffs release Beauty of the sea Sallied balms of ocean foams. Beauty of the sea An eerie quiet peace is here A peace that I, enraptured, fear Ever healing air In calm that I despair.

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