April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

THE WORLD VOICE


 

I HEARD the summer sea
Murmuring to the shore
Some endless story of a wrong
The whole world must deplore.

I heard the mountain wind

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Conversing with the trees
Of an old sorrow of the hills,
Mysterious as the sea’s.

And all that haunted day
It seemed that I could hear

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The echo of an ancient speech
Ring in my listening ear.

And then it came to me,
That all that I had heard
Was my own heart in the sea’s voice

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And the wind’s lonely word.