Dothnie
Dothnie, if you go to Montego Bay
Walk by the sea some day
Look how the waves are breaking
The way my heart is aching
Since the day we past by
Those shores under a tearless sky
Dothnie, if you ponder your gifts
O recall you taught me
To of Omar to see the Arab lifts
His finger by a degree
Upon a page like a crab in flight
The moving finger gone from light.
O Dothnie, if you go to Montego Bay
Where once I stood and stare
Towards the horizon, far away
I went and found nothing there.
For all that ever was in you too late
To find, I lived contrary to my fate.
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