English poem
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by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
Yea, on the strand they stood, the Sirens three— No More, and golden Now, and dark To be, Whose vocal harps are love, and hope, and grief; To these they sang, and waved their hands to me.
English poem
by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
Yea, on the strand they stood, the Sirens three— No More, and golden Now, and dark To be, Whose vocal harps are love, and hope, and grief; To these they sang, and waved their hands to me.