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John Masefield - The Golden City of St. Mary
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Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way,
Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay,
And there`s the Blessed City &mdash so the sailors say &mdash
The Golden City of St. Mary.

It`s built of fair marble &mdash white &mdash without a stain,
And in the cool twilight when the sea-winds wane
The bells chime faintly, like a soft warm rain,
In the Golden City of St. Mary.

Among the green palm-trees where the fire-flies shine,
Are the white tavern tables where the gallants dine,
Singing slow Spanish songs like old mulled wine,
In the Golden City of St. Mary.

Oh I`ll be shipping sunset-wards and westward-ho
Through the green topping combers a-shattering into snow,
Till I come to quiet moorings and a watch below,
In the Golden City of St. Mary.
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