The sea took pity: it interposed with doom:
‘I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand:
Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb,
And she shall child them on the New-world strand.’
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More verses by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- Barnfloor And Winepress
- Summa
- The Leaden Echo And The Golden Echo
- Thee, God, I Come From
- To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life