Sun-blistered ships on opal seas,
Pacific stars split round the skies,
What have I now to do with these
Who know the wonder of your eyes?


Poem: Winter Flame

Dorothy Wellesley Quotes

Sun-blistered ships on opal seas, Pacific stars split round the skies, What have I now to do with these Who know the wonder of your eyes?

Sun-blistered ships on opal seas, Pacific stars split round the skies, What have I now to do with these Who know the wonder of your eyes?

Sun-blistered ships on opal seas, Pacific stars split round the skies, What have I now to do with these Who know the wonder of your eyes?

Sun-blistered ships on opal seas, Pacific stars split round the skies, What have I now to do with these Who know the wonder of your eyes?