 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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THE SEA-BUBBLE.
Yea; a bubble though I be,Love, O man, that fashioned thee
Of the dust, created me
Not of earth, but of the sea:
Kindred blossoms then are we—
Time-blooms on eternity.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |
Love, O man, that fashioned thee
Of the dust, created me
Not of earth, but of the sea:
Kindred blossoms then are we—
Time-blooms on eternity.