The Grey Lover
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The Grey Lover
Lover, grey lover, your arms are about me
Through your green billows I sink to my rest;
Never again shall futilities flout me
Rousing dim torments to harry my breast.
Royal lost galleys about me are riding
Tides ever surging their sea treasures bring.
Here shall I slumber the years without number,
Dreaming unharried like some magic king.