Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




Thou art the pride and passion
Of the garden where God said,
"Let us make a man." To fashion
The beauty of thy head,

The iron æons waited 


And died along the hill, 
Nor saw the uncreated 
Dream of the urging will.

A thousand summers wandered 
Alone beside the sea, 


And guessed not, though they pondered, 
What his design might be.

But here in the sun's last hour,
(So fair and dear thou art!) 
He shuts in my hand his flower,

His secret in my heart.