Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




Under the greening willow
Wanders a golden cry; 
Oriole April up in the world 
With morning day goes by.

Out of the virgin quiet 


Like an awakening sigh, 
With the wild, wild heart forever 
A journeyer am I.

We are the wind's own brothers,
Sorrow and joy and I; 

But thou art the hope of morrows 
That shall be by and by.