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Against Oblivion

Henry John Newbolt, Sir

Cities drowned in olden time
Keep, they say, a magic chime
Rolling up from far below
When the moon-led waters flow.

So within me, ocean deep,
Lies a sunken world asleep.
Lest its bells forget to ring,
Memory! set the tide a-swing!

(C) Henry John Newbolt, Sir
03/10/2020


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