The Full Tide
Now speaks the wave, whispering me of you; In all his murmur your music murmurs too. O 'tis your voice, my love, whispering in The wave's voice, even your voice so far and thin; And mine to yours answering clear is heard In the high lonely voice of the last bird. And when, my love, the full tide runneth again, Shall yet the seabird call, call, call in vain? Will not the tide wake in my heart and stir The old rich happiness that's sunken there? Thou moon of love, bid the retreated tide Return, for which the wandering bird has cried.
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