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“LOVE'S GREETING FROM THE SEA” |
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XXV. “LOVE'S GREETING FROM THE SEA”
To thee far-off on sunlit land,
'Mid fragrant meads, 'neath blossomy tree,
I send this gift to heart and hand,
This song, O love, to thee.
'Mid fragrant meads, 'neath blossomy tree,
I send this gift to heart and hand,
This song, O love, to thee.
Here, where the green waves curve and curl
And where the wide-winged winds are free,
I think of one far-off, a girl
Whose eyes are as the sea.
And where the wide-winged winds are free,
I think of one far-off, a girl
Whose eyes are as the sea.
The sea's strange light within them shines,
The light whose gleam may never be
'Mid forests green, 'mid oaks or pines,
But only on the sea.
The light whose gleam may never be
'Mid forests green, 'mid oaks or pines,
But only on the sea.
Here, where the sun's gold arrows dart
On waves to windward and to lee,
I send thee, love, with faithful heart
Love's greeting from the sea.
On waves to windward and to lee,
I send thee, love, with faithful heart
Love's greeting from the sea.
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