 | [By the sea, in] The boatswain's whistle. No.1 |  |
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BY THE SEA.
O, saucy, sparkling sea,
Curling along the strand,
Flashing your foam out in snowy curves,
To entrap me where I stand;
Dancing in maiden mirth
Up to the gray old beach,
Gliding away when he woos you to stay,
Forever beyond his reach.
Curling along the strand,
Flashing your foam out in snowy curves,
To entrap me where I stand;
Dancing in maiden mirth
Up to the gray old beach,
Gliding away when he woos you to stay,
Forever beyond his reach.
I know you, saucy sea,
I hear what you do not say—
I have learned the secret that fills your heart
And laughs in your wild waves' play.
There is—one—who is coming home;
You have seen his white sails gleam;
You stayed your mad flight to listen last night
For the name that he breathed in his dream.
I hear what you do not say—
I have learned the secret that fills your heart
And laughs in your wild waves' play.
There is—one—who is coming home;
You have seen his white sails gleam;
You stayed your mad flight to listen last night
For the name that he breathed in his dream.
O, beautiful, purple sea,
I forgive you—but will he come?
Oh, mock at the mermaids, Oh, jeer at the sands,
But happily bring him home.
I could think it was grief, not joy,
Such a fever burns in my breast.
With the evening star comes my love from afar,
And lo! the sun sinks in the west!
I forgive you—but will he come?
Oh, mock at the mermaids, Oh, jeer at the sands,
But happily bring him home.
I could think it was grief, not joy,
Such a fever burns in my breast.
With the evening star comes my love from afar,
And lo! the sun sinks in the west!
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