South Pacific
How often had the sun been red The sky as deep a blue Behind long, tired stretched-out clouds When I was then with you.
How often had the evening sea Which you so much admired With archipelagos of foam Been bright and ruby-fired.
Oh, all these things tonight are here Upon a distant sea, But I have found no other one To stand and watch with me.
Arch Alfred McKillen
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