If ever in Plymouth by the sea

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If ever in Plymouth by the sea you should be

If it's cold December night should you invite

To listen for echoes of the early pilgrim plight

Where solitary waves haunt those eerie shores

To hear their lonely sighs their homesick cries

To reside in cold hunger as when they first arrived

The silence is more silent in those pilgrim hills

As if the silence itself is remembering still

The melancholy ambiance that Winter did instill

By a cobble bottomed brook a lonely statue stands

Of a caped and capped pretty pilgrim girl

And I wondered while seeing her standing there

As visions of cold deprivation my mind did forebear

With what eloquence did God bless her final rest

And I wished her well I wished her memory well

Walking beside the graves upon that little knell

As solitary waves foamed their haunting refrain

With thoughts of loyal Squanto and noble Massasoit

While golden moonbeams on a gabled window gleamed

The lantern skied diamond dust stars convened

To have been there and felt that love so rare

To have known to have known someone truly cared

And sleep the eloquent sleep a pilgrim must keep

If ever the cold December night should you invite

If ever in Plymouth by the sea you should be

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by: M A Heathcote
from: Manchester, England, UK

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