Shelly's Poetry for Thursday, July 10, 2008

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Onward as the Tide Rolls [Rondeau Redouble]

[To be read as though a dramatic monologue] Onward as the tide rolls out; upward with the wind’s gale. Shall not the bells ring at the chosen hour? Hear its sound? The trails are barren, the wayfarers seem to be in curtail. And when the bell chimes, we will not cower! Nor surround! The countenance... Sign in to see full entry.

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