Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XIX


 

As if the sea's eternal rote 
Might cease to set remembrance wild, 
The breezy hair, the lyric throat 
Were given to the surf-born child.

And the great forest found a voice

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For her along the brookside brown, 
That bids the purple dusk rejoice, 
And croons the golden daylight down.