Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




A touch of your hair, and my heart was furled; 
A drift of fragrance, and noon stood still; 
All of a sudden the fountain there 
Had something to whisper the sun on the hill.

Rose of the garden of God's desire, 

Only the passionate years can prove 
With sorrow and rapture and toil and tears 
The right of the soul to the kingdom of love.