12020-12-08T14:33:10-08:00Hannah Provost54ba6b527e455c074cc54e87d3c6d9f4cc520bc8384282plain2020-12-10T09:19:55-08:00Hannah Provost54ba6b527e455c074cc54e87d3c6d9f4cc520bc8Sounds of the seas grow fainter, Sounds of the sands have sped; The sweep of gales, The far white sails, Are silent, spent and dead.
Sounds of the days of summer Murmur and die away, And distance hides The long, low tides, As night shuts out the day.