What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow
And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return
O my daughter

Author: T.S. Eliot

What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands<br />What water lapping the bow<br />And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog<br />What images return<br />O my daughter - T.S. Eliot

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