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Radclyffe Hall

Radclyffe Hall

On the Sea-Shore

Can nothing last?
No deep, intense emotion?
Have all things passed,
Can nothing last?
‘Yes,’ sighs the wind,
‘ My passion for the Ocean
Must always last.’
 
Is nothing True?
No words of protestation?
Love cries anew
‘ Is nothing True?’
‘Yes,’ sobs the sea,
‘ My endless adoration
For yonder rock is true!
 
’Will nothing stand
Against the stress of weather?
Storms sweep the land,
Will nothing stand?
‘Yes,’ says the rock,
‘ For God and I together,
We two will stand.’

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