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1 " And you shall find upon the beachThe traces of my dancing "
― Stella Benson , Twenty
2 " There pass the trav'lling dreams, and theseMy soul adores "
3 " My love, I see you through my tears.No pity in your face I see.I have sailed far across the years;Stretch out, stretch out your arms to me. "
4 " Come home, come home, you million ghosts,The honest years shall make amends,The sun and moon shall be your hosts,The everlasting hills your friends. "
5 " To-night the swinging stars shall plumbThe silence of the sky. "
6 " The hoarse church-bells of London ring;The hoarser horns of London croak;The poor brown lives of London clingAbout the poor brown streets like smoke;The deep air stands above my roofLike water, to the floating stars.My friend and I - we sit aloof -We sit and smile, and bind our scars. "
7 " My soundless feet shall fly among the runnersThrough the red thunders of a Zeppelin raid,My still voice cheer the Anti-Aircraft gunners,The fires shall glare - but I shall cast no shade. "
