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XXX. | XXX. THE LOVE-SONG OF THE SEA
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XXX. THE LOVE-SONG OF THE SEA
Thou hast so little share or part in me
And that, God knows, is why I love thee so!
Just as the great white waves that shoreward go
After their journey o'er the bitter sea
Love past all speech the emerald-shining lea
And the blue river-waves that towards them flow,—
And love beyond all human words the glow
Of pink cliff-thyme, and singing of the bee.
And that, God knows, is why I love thee so!
Just as the great white waves that shoreward go
After their journey o'er the bitter sea
Love past all speech the emerald-shining lea
And the blue river-waves that towards them flow,—
And love beyond all human words the glow
Of pink cliff-thyme, and singing of the bee.
Thou art the river bringing to the deep
Thoughts of the flowers that by its banks are seen,
Woven in white amid the entangled green,—
Dreams of the meadows where the daisies sleep.
But what gifts, loved one, can I give to thee?
Only the love-song of the restless sea!
Thoughts of the flowers that by its banks are seen,
Woven in white amid the entangled green,—
Dreams of the meadows where the daisies sleep.
But what gifts, loved one, can I give to thee?
Only the love-song of the restless sea!
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