Aunt Zillah Speaks

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Title:     Aunt Zillah Speaks
Author: Herbert Edward Palmer [More Titles by Palmer]

I never look upon the sea
And hear its waves sighing,
But I must hie me home again
To still my heart's wild crying.
All my years like drowned sailors,
All my days that used to be,
Seem drifting in the silver spray
And mourning by the sea.

But when I take a holiday
I go where flowers are growing,
Where thrushes sing and skylarks wing
And happy streams are flowing;
And the great hills clothed with bracken,
As far as I would flee,
Fling their towering crests to the stars on high
To hide me from the sea.

[The end]
Herbert Edward Palmer's poem: Aunt Zillah Speaks

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