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SONNET ON TYRE: 3, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Again I saw him come: 'twas eventide
Last Line: And on the city rock the fisher spreads his net.
Alternate Author Name(s): Botham, Mary


Again I saw him come: -- 't was eventide;
The sun shone on the rock amid the sea;
The winds were hush'd: -- the quiet billows sighed
With a low swell: -- the birds winged silently
Their evening flight around the scathed tree;
The fisher safely put into the bay
And push'd his boat ashore; then gathered he
His nets, and hastening up the rocky way,
Spread them to catch the sun's warm evening ray.
I saw that stranger's eye gaze on the scene:
And this was Tyre," -- said he: how has decay
Within her palaces a despot been.
Ruin and silence in her courts have met,
And on the city rock the fisher spreads his net.





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