Now, grown so tired, we scarce can lift
The lazy oars, but onward drift.
And the silence is only stirred
Here and there by a broken word. a very good poem.. tony
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Now, grown so tired, we scarce can lift The lazy oars, but onward drift. And the silence is only stirred Here and there by a broken word. a very good poem.. tony