Ernest Myers Poems

Blood of my blood, bone of my bone,
Heart of my being's heart,
Strange visitant, yet very son;
All this, and more, thou art.
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One moment the boy, as he wander’d by night
Where the far spreading foam in the moonbeam was white,
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HERE where under earth his head
Finds a last and lonely bed,
Let him speak upon the stone:
Etsi omnes, ego non.
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I
ON through the Libyan sand
Rolls ever, mile on mile,
League on long league, cleaving the rainless land,
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