The Nacreous Oughts

03 September 2004

"Silliman in Sequim"

Shall we not laugh, shall we not weep,
From the bountiful infinite west, from the happy memorial places
Stood blind between;
Yet from them something like as fire is shed
Pale wine, and honey with the honeycomb,

K. S.

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