Before The Squall

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Title:     Before The Squall
Author: Arthur Symons [More Titles by Symons]

THE wind is rising on the sea,
White flashes dance along the deep,
That moans as if uneasily
It turned in an unquiet sleep.

Ridge after rocky ridge upheaves
A toppling crest that falls in spray
Where the tormented beach receives
The buffets of the sea's wild play.

On the horizon's nearing line,
Where the sky rests, a visible wall.
Grey in the offing, I divine
The sails that fly before the squall.

[The end]
Arthur Symons's poem: Before The Squall

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