Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

XXI


 

All the zest of all the ages
Shimmers in my sea-bird's wing,
Flickering above the surges
Of the sea.

All the quiet of the ages 

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Slumbers in my sea-bird's wing, 
Where it settles down the verges 
Of the sea.

All the questing soul's behesting
Pent and freed in one white wing,

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Joying there above the dirges 
Of the sea.

Be thou, sweetheart, such a sweetheart!
All the valour of the spring 
Crowds thy pulses with the urges 

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Of the sea;

Till this drench of joy, thou sweetheart,
Fills the spaces of the spring, 
And the large fresh night emerges 
From the sea.

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