Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
Laughter and hearts so high
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky
Diving into the sea;
Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.
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Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
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I felt your love blow over meAs if a dark wind-riven seaDrenched me with quivering spray.There are so many ways to loveAnd each way has its own delight—Then be content to come to meOnly as spray the beating seaDrives inland through the night.