The Fire of Drift-wood
The Fire of Drift-wood
“We sat within the farm-house old,       Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,       An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port,       The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The lighthouse, the dismantled fort,       The wooden houses, quaint and brown.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (The Fire of Drift-wood) 1850 #Midjourney6 #Poetry
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