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THE RETVRNING
In
the sea is a song,
In the wind a sweet whisper,
And the wavelets along
The low sand-waste run crisper,
For the wind and the sea
Have a message to me:
‘We are bringing, are bringing thy love back to thee!’
In the wind a sweet whisper,
And the wavelets along
The low sand-waste run crisper,
For the wind and the sea
Have a message to me:
‘We are bringing, are bringing thy love back to thee!’
The dying stars said—
She hath done with our guidings;
And the dawn blushing red
On her sails brought the tidings;
And the wings far at sea
Waved white signals to me:
‘She is coming, is coming, thy love back to thee!’
She hath done with our guidings;
And the dawn blushing red
On her sails brought the tidings;
And the wings far at sea
Waved white signals to me:
‘She is coming, is coming, thy love back to thee!’
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