The Complaint of Ninathóma.

by Sara Teasdale · 1793 · Loss & Grief
O thou, that rollest the dark ocean's wave,
Hear my lament, and pity my distress!
My son, my son, whom to the watery grave
The waves have borne, and left me comfortless!

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American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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