Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

Dirge for a Sailor

  Beyond the bourns of time and sleep,
    Beyond the sway of tides,
  A voyager o'er death's darksome deep,
    His ship at anchor rides.

  He who from boyhood never knew
    A garden save the foam,
  Whose only rooftree was the blue,
    At last has found a home.

  And what more fit than that the wave
    He loved through life to stem
  Should sing above his green sea grave
    This sailor's requiem!

1. Off Connemara
2. The Isle of Doom
3. Kilmelchedor
4. Desmond
5. The Speech of the Sea

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