Poem by Cale Young Rice

Off the Irish Coast

Gulls on the wind,
Crying! crying!
Are you the ghosts
Of Erin's dead?
Of the forlorn
Whose days went sighing
Ever for Beauty
That ever fled?

Ever for Light
That never kindled?
Ever for Song
No lips have sung?
Ever for Joy
That ever dwindled?
Ever for Love that stung?

1. A Song of the Old Venetians
2. Sea-Hoardings
3. Finitude
4. The Fairies of God
5. Cosmism

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