TEY, Josephine


The Singing Sands

The beasts that talk,

The streams that stand,

The stones that walk,

The singing sand,

…..
That guard the way

To Paradise.

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'My lot is cast in inland places,

Far from sounding beach

And crying gull,

And I

Who knew the sea's voice from my babyhood

Must listen to a river purling

Through green fields,

And small birds gossiping

Among the leaves.'