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White Nights
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Long After The little smoke-black steamer, wet with spray, You went aboard, bound for England, homeAnd Blighty . . . The screws were churning up white foamAs you stood shivering on deck, she in a cloakThat clung wetly to her shoulders--the colour of dirtOr mourning--and the hat, battered straw, Without a ribbon or a feather, that, If she were rich, she would throw away;That she must wear and wear until it's dustOr she is. Round her neck she wore The handkerchief with which she waved goodbye for…
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  • Year: 2016
  • Pages: 76
  • ISBN-10: 1937679462
  • ISBN-13: 9781937679460
  • Format: 16.3 x 22.6 x 0.8 cm, softcover
  • Language: English
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Long After

The little smoke-black steamer, wet with spray,
You went aboard, bound for England, home
And Blighty . . . The screws were churning up white foam
As you stood shivering on deck, she in a cloak
That clung wetly to her shoulders--the colour of dirt
Or mourning--and the hat, battered straw,
Without a ribbon or a feather, that,
If she were rich, she would throw away;
That she must wear and wear until it's dust
Or she is. Round her neck she wore
The handkerchief with which she waved goodbye for good.

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  • Author: Jenkins
  • Publisher:
  • Year: 2016
  • Pages: 76
  • ISBN-10: 1937679462
  • ISBN-13: 9781937679460
  • Format: 16.3 x 22.6 x 0.8 cm, softcover
  • Language: English English

Long After

The little smoke-black steamer, wet with spray,
You went aboard, bound for England, home
And Blighty . . . The screws were churning up white foam
As you stood shivering on deck, she in a cloak
That clung wetly to her shoulders--the colour of dirt
Or mourning--and the hat, battered straw,
Without a ribbon or a feather, that,
If she were rich, she would throw away;
That she must wear and wear until it's dust
Or she is. Round her neck she wore
The handkerchief with which she waved goodbye for good.

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