Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XI


 

As down the purple of the night
I watch the flaring meteors race,
The gorgeous Bedouins of the dusk
Making across the glooms of space,

To my fantastic heart's unrest 

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That would be gay, that would be gone, 
They seem like trysting lovers' souls 
Too long delayed and hurrying on.