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PROSPECT FROM AN HOTEL LOUNGE
On looking out across the Oban Bay I thought I glimpsed a lady beckoning. In form she seemed a goddess of the sea--- So Other, elemental, alluring: Ideal and unattainable. I caught My breath, the vision faded but remained Distinct in memory until it brought A varied host of images to mind.
The ferry to the Isle of Mull now came In view and mentally I boarded her, And leaning from the rail gazed at the foam Churned from her bows, and then intently where The goddess had appeared----but now, no sign--- I guessed another coast was her domain.
Stanley. 2002
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