Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

III


 

Thou art the sense and semblance
Of things that never were,
The meaning of a sunset,
The tenor of a star.

Thou art the trend of morning,

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The burden of June's prime,
The twilight's consolation,
The innocence of time.

Thou art the phrase for gladness
God coined when he was young,

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The fare-thee-well to sadness
By stars of morning sung,

The lyric revelation 
To rally and rebuoy 
The darker earth's half sinking 

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Temerity of joy.

Out of the hush and hearkening
Of the reverberant sea, 
Some happier golden April 
Might fashion things like thee.

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Or if one heart-beat faltered
In oblivion's drum-roll, 
That perfect idle moment 
Might be thy joyous soul.

And the long waves of sorrow

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Will search and find no shore
In all the seas of being, 
When thou shalt be no more.