Shifting, surely swiftly,
She calls, I tell her
I feel, the pull
Her call
Wait, still
while I wait
Soon it will
all move forward
the wait is long
the wait is hard
Sea song sweetly sings in my ear
From afar, I still hear her
Moving closer
Won't be long,
almost there,
We shall be near
You will see
I shall sing your song
The sea, you and me
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
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Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the Children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
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Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
