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Title: The Wood And The Shore
Author: Muriel Stuart [ More Titles by Stuart]
The low bay melts into a ring of silver, And slips it on the shore's reluctant finger, Though in an hour the tide will turn, will tremble, Forsaking her because the moon persuades him. But the black wood that leans and sighs above her No hour can change, no moon can slave nor summon. Then comes the dark; on sleepy, shell-strewn beaches, O'er long, pale leagues of sand, and cold, clear water She hears the tide go out towards the moonlight. The wood still leans ... weeping she turns to seek him, And his black hair all night is on her bosom.
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