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The Sea Whisper.
A psalm was sung by every wave, Then printed by its foam;Still I listened to the wind that brought The whisper of the sea, And what it said to me.
The salt spray wet my weary cheek, And kist its fading bloom,I thought of childhood, youth, and age, Of love, full love beyond the tomb;Then knew I that the wind had brought The whisper of the sea, And all it had to say to me.
Venice, 1836.
