Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




Remnants of this soul of mine, 
This same self that once was me, 
Flock and gather and grow one, 
Whole once more at thought of thee.

Never yet was such a love,


So supremely fond as thou;
Never mortal lover yet 
So beloved as thine is now.

I a foam-head in the sea,
Thou the tide to lift and run;

I a sombre-crested hill,
Thou the purple light thereon.

Tide may ebb and light may fail,
But not love's sincerity,—
More enduring than the sun,

More compelling than the sea