N the sandy beach I sate,
The dark weed round me strown,
Listening to the wind that brought
Its hollow message, lone—
A whisper from the sea,
And what it said to me.
THE SEA WHISPER.
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The dark weed round me strown,
Listening to the wind that brought
Its hollow message, lone—
A whisper from the sea,
And what it said to me.
On the glistening, fading shore
Were thrown in careless heap,
Shells and flowers of the sea,
Sweet offspring of the deep;
Still I listened to the wind that brought
The whisper of the sea,
And what it said to me.
Were thrown in careless heap,
Shells and flowers of the sea,
Sweet offspring of the deep;
Still I listened to the wind that brought
The whisper of the sea,
And what it said to me.
A voice I heard from every shell,
In whispers softly come;
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.
In whispers softly come;
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.
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.