 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE UNDERSONG
I hear the sea-song of the blood in my heart,
I hear the sea-song of the blood in my ears:
And I am far apart,
And lost in the years.
I hear the sea-song of the blood in my ears:
And I am far apart,
And lost in the years.
But when I lie and dream of that which was
Before the first man's shadow flitted on the grass,
I am stricken dumb
With sense of that to come.
Before the first man's shadow flitted on the grass,
I am stricken dumb
With sense of that to come.
Is then this wildering sea-song but a part
Of the old song of the mystery of the years—
Or only the echo of the tired heart
And of tears?
Of the old song of the mystery of the years—
Or only the echo of the tired heart
And of tears?
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