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Friday Sept 29/22
Will he ever be weary of
wandering,
The flamming sun?
Ever weary of waning in
love light,
The white still moon?
Will ever a shepherd come
with a crook of simple gold.
And lead all the little stars
Like lambs to the fold?
Will ever the Wanderer sail
From over the sea.
Up the river of water
To the the stones to me?
Will he take us all into his
ship,
Dreaming, and waft us far
To where in the clouds of the
West
The islands are.?