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THE SEA'S SONG.

Bright waves that beside me are breaking—
Ah, what is the word,
The word you for ever are speaking,
Which no man has heard?
Is it love, is it death, is it sorrow,
The one word you say?
As vague as the dreams of to-morrow,
Your voice is to-day.
Yet I hear the sea's word-almost grasp it;
It almost is plain—
Yet just as my soul strains to clasp it,
Eludes me again!
Yet a child loves a song, never caring
Its meaning to scan;
So we love the sea's song that is bearing
The secret of Man.
E Nesbit.