Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




The mountain ways one summer
Saw joy and life go past, 
When we who fared so lonely 
Were hand in hand at last.

Till over us the pine woods


Their purple shadows cast, 
And the tall twilight laid us 
Hot mouth to mouth at last.

O hills, beneath your slumber,
Or pines, below your blast,

Make room for your two children,
Cold cheek to cheek at last!