Hard by the isle where that saint prays
The tides come up in foaming waves,
Across the reef into the bays
Hard by the isle where that saint prays
Where the sunning orca plays
Below the abbey’s ancient graves.
Hard by the isle where that saint prays
The tides come up in foaming waves.
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I still think that it sounds like something from Lindesfarne that was carved in runes on stones and chanted by Gregorian monks.
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A beautiful haunting rhyme! To me it seems it should be written in Gregorian rounds for monks to chant in lonely abbeys.
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