Opus 2135

Phillip A. Ellis

O demon-throated sea, who sings
through spiralled shells, come bring

my soul unto an alien world

through spiralled shells: come bring,
O demon-throated sea, who sings.

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The sun may burn and seek your waste,
fly not to him in abject haste.

The wind may seek to seize your waves,
defy her might, demeanor grave.

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O demon-throated sea, who dreams
fantasies in unknown reams,

bestow upon me sweet

fantasies in unknown reams,
O demon-throated sea, who dreams.

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