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THE SKAITH OF GUILLARDUN: 72 by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

First Line: HE LANDS, AND STILL HE FEELS THE ROCKING MAIN
Last Line: —AND SHE ON WINGS OF LOVE TO HIM HATH FLOWN.
Subject(s): LOVE; MEMORY;
He lands, and still he feels the rocking main
Beneath his feet—or doth his stout heart fail?
For honour to the last doth wildly strain
Against ignoble love.—Ah, sad assail!
For now his missive speeds to her amain
To meet him in the shadow of the pale
When night o'er all her sable shroud hath thrown.
—And she on wings of love to him hath flown.



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