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The Liner
The foamy waves are swishing
As patiently we thud,
But O the wave of wishing
That surges in my blood!
Along the ocean's rim, now,
With never-ceasing song,
I wish that I could swim now
And shove the boat along.
My heart is crying, tireless,
The word it has to say.
What need have we of wireless
Who know a better way?
The slow craft plunges nor'ward
And welters on the blue:
My thoughts are floating forward
And swooping home to you.
Your magic love is tingling
In every vein of me,
And you and I are mingling
In spite of rolling sea.
Yet O that I could borrow
That albatross's flight!
To-morrow, Love, to-morrow
Is our supreme delight.
poem
by
John Le Gay Brereton
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