1 minutes | Sep 17th 2016

A Foreboding by Violet Fane

I do not dread and alter’d heart, Or that long line of land or sea Should separate my love from me, I dread that drifting slow apart- All unresisted, unrestrain’d- Which comes to some when they have gain’d The dear endeavour of their soul.   As two skiffs that sail’d together, Through days and nights of tranquil weather, Adown some inland stream, might be Drifted asunder, each from each; When, floating with the tide, they reach The hoped for end, the promised goal, The sudden glory of the sea.
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