Over the wave-patterned sea-floor,
Over the long sunburnt ridge of the world,
I bid the winds seek you.
I bid them cry to you
Night and morning
A name you loved once;
I bid them bring to you
Dreams, and strange imaginings, and sleep.
Greeting
Ella Young
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Poem topics: night, sea, sleep, world, long, morning, bring, floor, strange, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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