*Charles Hermans*
To A.H.
For
All
Time,
I will
Think
Of
Thee.
Far
Across
A
Winter
Sea,
England
Calls
Out
To
Me
In
Voices
Of
Ancestry,
But
This
Voyage
Is
Not
To
Be.
Four
Centuries
Ago,
My
Kinsman
Sailed
The
Other
Way,
And
Fated
Me
To
Stay.
In
Some
Distant
Shire,
A
Taproot
Groans
And
Breeds
A
Likeness
Of
My
Bones
To
Grow
The
Royal
Brothers
I will
Never
Know,
As
Duty
Will
Not
Let
Me
Go.
For
All
Time,
I will
Think
Of
Thee.
Far
Across
A
Winter
Sea,
England
Calls
Out
To
Me
In
Voices
Of
Ancestry,
But
This
Voyage
Is
Not
To
Be.
Four
Centuries
Ago,
My
Kinsman
Sailed
The
Other
Way,
And
Fated
Me
To
Stay.
In
Some
Distant
Shire,
A
Taproot
Groans
And
Breeds
A
Likeness
Of
My
Bones
To
Grow
The
Royal
Brothers
I will
Never
Know,
As
Duty
Will
Not
Let
Me
Go.
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