[Poems by Piatt in] The Hesperian tree an annual of the Ohio Valley - 1903 |
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I LIE ON THE SHORE AND DREAM. |
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III.
I LIE ON THE SHORE AND DREAM.
I lie on the shore and dream
The beautiful dream of old,
That lives in my heart, so quick and warm,
And shall haunt it dead and cold.
The beautiful dream of old,
That lives in my heart, so quick and warm,
And shall haunt it dead and cold.
The waves, low-whispering, crawl
Close to my feet and die;
Wild, strange, and low their murmurs flow;
Oh, weird their death-sweet sigh!
Close to my feet and die;
Wild, strange, and low their murmurs flow;
Oh, weird their death-sweet sigh!
I hear not the storm-vexed roar,—
I hear but the whispers die
In the sea-shell's soul (close-prest to my ear)
From the waves that, dying, sigh.
I hear but the whispers die
In the sea-shell's soul (close-prest to my ear)
From the waves that, dying, sigh.
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