Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

LXVIII


 

The land lies full, from brim to brim 
Of the great smoke-blue mountains' rim, 
Of yellow autumn and red sun. 
A giant in content, the day 
Idles the solemn hours away
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To dreamland one by one.

Life is the dominance of good, 
And love the ecstasy of mood, 
Your hand in my hand says to me. 
Yet, somewhere in the waste between

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Being and sense, I hear a threne 
Wash like the dirging sea.