We hear the wail of the remorseful winds
In their strange penance. And this wretched orb
Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world,
Homeless and sobbing through the deep she goes.

Alexander Smith (1830-1867) Scottish poet
“Unrest and Childhood”

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Added on 24-Jul-09 | Last updated 24-Jul-09
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