The Sea-Woman: Robert E Howard

Posted by: ann on: 28 April 2007

• In: vincent and verse
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The wild sea is beating
Against the grey sands;
The woman, the sea-woman,
Stretches her hands.Her eyes they are mystic
And cold as the sea,
With slender white fingers
She beckons to me –

There are woods in the sea
Though the leaves are all grey,
The ocean’s pale roses
Lift dim in the spray.

I follow – I follow –
The grey sea-gull flies –
Ah, woman, sea-woman,
There’s death in your eyes.

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