Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

LXXXIX


 

The rain on the roof is your laughter; 
The wind in the eaves is your sigh; 
The sun on the hills is your gladness 
In Spring going by.

The sea to its uttermost morning,

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Gold- fielded, unfrontiered and blue, 
Is the light and the space and the splendour 
My heart holds for you.