 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
A SEA SONG.
Come, make for me a little song—
'T was so a spirit said to me—
And make it just four verses long,
And made it sweet as it can be,
And make it all about the sea.
'T was so a spirit said to me—
And make it just four verses long,
And made it sweet as it can be,
And make it all about the sea.
Sing me about the wild waste shore,
Where, long and long ago, with me
You watched the silver sails that bore
The great, strong ships across the sea—
The blue, the bright, the boundless sea.
Where, long and long ago, with me
You watched the silver sails that bore
The great, strong ships across the sea—
The blue, the bright, the boundless sea.
Sing me about the plans we planned:
How one of those good ships should be
My way to find some flowery land
Away beyond the misty sea,
Where, alway, you should live with me.
How one of those good ships should be
My way to find some flowery land
Away beyond the misty sea,
Where, alway, you should live with me.
Sing, lastly, how our hearts were caught
Up into heaven, because that we
Knew not the flowery land we sought
Lay all beyond that other sea—
That soundless, sailless, solemn sea.
Up into heaven, because that we
Knew not the flowery land we sought
Lay all beyond that other sea—
That soundless, sailless, solemn sea.
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