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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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THE
THOUSAND ISLANDS
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We
are tired of the tumult and turmoil of water around
us,
Our boat would we bear to a bright and a blossoming
shore,
The Islands appear and as longing for land they
have found us.
And their beauty of birch and their selvedge
of shadow hath
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bound
us |
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bonds that bewitch as we blindly approach and adore— |
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are tired of the tumult and turmoil of water around
us,
And are fain to forget all the winds that have
sear’d and
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embrown’d
us, |
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All we pray for—to land, but to enter,
escape, we implore,
The Islands appear and as longing for land they
have found us.
Like Odysseus the deep that for days upon days
darkly wound us
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Becomes
but a bane and a blight in its breadth evermore,
We are tired of the tumult and turmoil of water
around us.
Bid farewell to the Lake for its fetterless floods
have nigh drown’d
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us, |
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Like
the sea can it smite, like the ocean can rage and
can roar,
The Islands appear and as longing for land they
have found us. |
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Like Odysseus again do we dream of delights that
once crown’d
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us, |
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We
straight would slip sheer to the grass and give
over the oar,
We are tired of the tumult and turmoil of water
around us,
The Islands appear and as longing for land they
have found us. |
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