Above the Dock by T.E. Hulme
Can’t sleep.
Above the Dock
T.E. HulmeAbove the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.
Can’t sleep.
Above the Dock
T.E. HulmeAbove the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.
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