Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

CXVI


 

I know how the great and golden sun 
Will come up out of the sea, 
Stride in to shore 
And up to her door, 
To touch her hand and her hair, 
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With so much more than a man can say, 
Bidding Yvonne good day.

I know how the great and quiet moon
Will come up out of the sea, 
And climb the hill 

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To her window-sill 
And enter all silently, 
And lie on her little cot so white, 
Kissing Yvonne good night.

I know how the great and countless stars

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Will come up out of the sea, 
To keep their guard 
By her still dooryard, 
Lest the soul of Yvonne should stray 
And be lost for ever there by the deep, 
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In the wonderful hills of sleep.