The Haven
Where the gray bushes by the gray sea grow,
— Where the gray islands lie,
Naked and bare to all the winds that blow,
— Under the dim gray sky —
The very flowers are gray, and dare not show
— The blue we know the little harebell by.
— Where the gray islands lie,
Naked and bare to all the winds that blow,
— Under the dim gray sky —
The very flowers are gray, and dare not show
— The blue we know the little harebell by.
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