The Island

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Title:     The Island
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

They flew as the night-wind flowed, very softly,
They heard sweet singing that the water sang,
They came to a place where the sea was shallow
And saw treasure hidden there.
There was one poplar tree
On the lonely island,
Swaying for sadness.
The clouds went over their heads
Like a fleet of drifting ships.
And there they sank down out of the air
Into the dream.

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Island

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