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The Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom Post by :acstanfieldent Category :Poems Author :Gerard Manley Hopkins Date :August 2011 Read :1360

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The Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom

THE sea took pity: it interposed with doom:
'I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand:
Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb,
And she shall child them on the New-world strand.'

(The end)
Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: Sea Took Pity: It Interposed With Doom

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