Poem: Les Silhouettes

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,

The dull dead wind is out of tune,

And like a withered leaf the moon

Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid sand

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Lies the black boat:  a sailor boy

Clambers aboard in careless joy

With laughing face and gleaming hand.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And overhead the curlews cry,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Where through the dusky upland grass

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The young brown-throated reapers pass,

Like silhouettes against the sky.