Poetry for Africa Book 1 by ScobaXL - HTML preview

THE NORTHERN SEAS

Up! Up! Let us a voyage take;

Why sit we here at ease?

Find us a vessel tight and snug

Bound for the Northern seas.

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I long to see the Northern Lights

With their rushing splendors fly,

Like living things with flaming wings,

Wide over the wondrous sky.

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I long to see those icebergs vast,

With heads all crowned with snow,

Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep

Two hundred fathoms low.

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I long to hear the thundering crash

Of their terrific fall,

And the echoes from a thousand cliffs

Like lonely voices call.

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