Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XLVIII


 

A breath upon my face, 
A whisper at my ear, 
Filling this leafy place, 
Tell me love is here.

The sea-gloom of her eyes,

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The apples of her breast,
The shadows where she lies,
A-tremble or at rest,

The little rosy knees, 
The beech-brown of her hair—

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A thousand things like these 
Tell me love is fair.

The clinging of her kiss, 
Her heart that looks beyond, 
The joys she will not miss,

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Tell me love is fond.

And when I am away, 
A weary dying fall, 
Haunting the wind by day, 
Tells me love is all.

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