Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




Out of the dust that bore thee,
What wonder walking came,—
What beauty like blown grasses,
What ardour like still flame!

What patience of the mountains,


What yearning of the sea, 
What far eternal impulse 
Endowed the world with thee?

A reed within the river, 
A leaf upon the bough, 

What breath of April ever 
Was half so dear as thou?