Indirections: A Memoir 1909-1947
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page 127
Remindingly beside the quays the white Ships lie smoking; and from their haunted bay The godwits vanish towards another summer. Everywhere in light and calm the murmuring Shadow of departure; distance looks our way; And none knows where he will lie down at night.
The Islands (ii), 1940
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