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The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid
Lies the black boat: a sailor
Clambers aboard in careless
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr
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