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THREE ISLAND SONGS: 2 by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL

First Line: O, THE GRAY ROCKS OF THE ISLANDS AND THE HEMLOCK GREEN ABOVE THEM
Last Line: THROUGH ALL HER OUTMOST ISLANDS TO SEEK HER LASTBORN CHILD.
Subject(s): ISLANDS;
O, THE gray rocks of the islands and the hemlock green above them,
The foam beneath the wild rose bloom, the star above the shoal.
When I am old and weary I'll wake my heart to love them,
For the blue ways of the islands are wound about my soul.



Here in the early even when the young gray dew is falling,
And the king-heron seeks his mate beyond the loneliest wild,
Still your heart in the twilight, and you'll hear the river calling
Through all her outmost islands to seek her lastborn child.








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