Sandy Star V





_Onus Probandi_



No more from out the sunset,

No more across the foam,

No more across the windy hills

Will Sandy Star come home.



He went away to search it

With a curse upon his tongue:

And in his hand the staff of life,

Made music as it swung.



I wonder if he found it,

And knows the mystery now--

Our Sandy Star who went away,

With the secret on his brow.





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